Chapter 9 It was a somewhat cloudy and windy day on the slopes. Sally gave Sam another ski lesson. She had already shown a great deal of improvement. Her experience at water skiing was paying off after all. Still, Sam moved slowly and fell often. Fortunately she didn't hurt anything, except her pride. Several hours later the two of them made their way back to the cabin. Before they went inside, Sam indulged Sally's desire to build a "snowman". While Sam was creating the head, Sally was working on the body, forming large mounds of snow to represent breasts. When Sam saw what she had done, she burst out laughing. "I thought we were making a 'snowman'?" she laughed. "I prefer a 'snowwoman'," Sally returned with a smile and stuck out her tongue. "She is certainly a 'woman'," Sam noted, looking at the large mounds of snow. "But I prefer the real thing." Sally stopped her work and turned to Sam. "So do I," she whispered as she stepped close to her. Within a second, the 'snowwoman' was forgotten as they began to kiss passionately. Sam pulled her lips from Sally and whispered, "Let's go inside where it's warmer. I have a surprise for you." "Really," Sally giggled. "I can't wait." Once inside, Sam quickly stripped off her snowsuit, keeping her back to Sally. When Sally saw that she was naked her eyes opened wide and she laughed. "If I had known you were naked under your suit I would have raped you." "I know," Sam laughed over her shoulder, keeping her front from Sally's eyes. Then, she quickly left Sally and went up to the loft. She looked around for something to put on that would hide her hairless sex until she was ready to let Sally see it. Inside the closet she found a long sleeved flannel shirt that belonged to Sally's father. She put the warm shirt on over her naked body. She looked into the mirror and saw that the tail of the shirt came down to her thighs. This will do perfectly, she thought and smiled at her image in the mirror. Then she unbuttoned several of the top buttons, leaving the top open enough to see the swells of her breasts. When Sam came back downstairs, she saw Sally standing at the fireplace. She had on a pair of very tight cotton short shorts. On top she had on her cut off jersey again. A little pulse of pleasure went through Sam when she saw that Sally's tight shorts defined and outlined her buttocks. In fact, they were so tight that they couldn't be comfortable she realized. Still, they were incredibly sexy. Then she thought of the baby doll pajamas. At that moment, she knew that Sally had brought the clothes in order to tease her. Pretty brazen for a young girl she thought. However, the teasing had worked. "Mmmm!" Sally said when she saw what Sam was wearing. "I've never seen that shirt look better. Very sexy." "You look pretty sexy yourself," Sam said, glancing down at the tight shorts. She took a cup of hot chocolate that Sally held out to her. "Thanks." The two women sat on the sofa. Sam curled up in one corner; her legs under her, making sure the tail of the shirt covered her bare crotch. She wasn't quite ready for Sally to see her surprise yet. Sally sat at the other end and leaned against the back, looking at her friend, her knees up and her legs spread. "That was fun today. Thanks!" Sam said, her eyes drifting down to the crotch of the obscene shorts. The seam was buried between the fat lips. "I had fun too," Sally said, staring at Sam's eyes and feeling them burning into her crotch. She felt a trickle of juice between her legs. However, this time she didn't care if Sam noticed her getting wet. In fact, it turned her on to think of the tight shorts turning dark before her lover's eyes. Sam felt her face turning hot and her vagina pulsed. Abruptly, she got up and walked over to the fire because she didn't want Sally to take control of the seduction. She picked up a poker and stoked the fire. As she did, she bent over slightly and the back of the shirt inched up. A smile came to her lips when she heard Sally gasp. "No panties huh?" Sally said, a little breathlessly. Sam remained slightly bent over and looked back at Sally. "I'm out of clean panties. It's funny but I seemed to have misplaced a pair of my panties." A knowing smile came to Sam's face. Sally's face turned bright red and she looked down in embarrassment. She thought of the panties still in her bag upstairs. "No matter, they were dirty anyway." Again, Sally blushed. Sam walked back to the sofa and curled up in the corner again. She stared at Sally and they both knew where the panties had gone. "You're so pretty when you blush," she said honestly. "You're pretty anytime," Sally returned as she stared back at the older woman. Then, she watched as her fingers came up to the front of the shirt and began to unbutton the remaining buttons. Sally's eyes grew wide and a smile came to her face. Suddenly, Sam's cell phone rang, startling both women. "Hello! Oh hi sweetie," Sam said and then put her hand over the mouth piece and mouthed "Larry." "No, we're doing fine. Oh really, that's good. How did you arrange that?" As Sam listened to her husband, she reached down and began to unbutton her shirt again. Sally's smile grew wide with amusement and her eyes flashed with excitement as she watched each button open. "We've been skiing and snowmobiling. It's been great fun," Sam said, as she opened all but the last button of her shirt. Then she slowly pulled open the top of the shirt, baring her breasts. Sally groaned when she saw Sam's soft breasts. She lifted the cup of hot chocolate to her lips as she watched in growing excitement. Her tongue came out to lick around the edge of the cup. The seam of her tight shorts suddenly seemed to be getting tighter as her sex lips swelled. "So, have you been doing okay without me?" Sam asked. As she did, she reached under one breast and lifted it toward the younger woman. Sally could feel her vagina begin to throb as she watched the wanton display. She squirmed in excitement, almost wishing she hadn't worn the tight shorts. "Uh huh!" Sam said to Larry in answer to a question. However, her mind was no longer on the conversation. She could feel her own excitement growing as she began to squeeze a nipple. Then, she moved slightly, pulling her legs from under her. She made sure the tail of the shirt still covered her vagina. Slowly, she lifted a leg until her foot was on the sofa and her knee touched the back. The other foot slid to the floor. Then, she opened the last button and flipped the shirt away from her crotch. Sally gasped and covered her mouth with her hand. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she stared into Sam's hairless crotch. "Yes, we have plenty of food. In fact, Sally is just getting ready to eat now," Sam said staring at Sally. "No, we can talk for a minute, I don't have to eat yet. I'll eat later. It won't get cold," she said as she spread her legs wider. Suddenly, Sally knew what Sam wanted. A smile came to her face at her lover's naughtiness and she set her cup on the coffee table. Then she moved over, getting onto her hands and knees. Her hand went to Sam's knee and pushed her thighs further apart. She dropped her head and kissed the inside of her knee. Now the phone conversation was becoming very difficult as Sam watched Sally begin to kiss down her thigh. Suddenly, she wanted the conversation to be over. However, she didn't want to just hang up. "Mmmm!" she moaned when she felt Sally's tongue move several inches down her thigh. "Uh... oh... I was just responding to Sally," Sam said when Larry asked her what she had said. Sam began to tremble as she felt her lips drawing closer and closer to her vagina. She feared that if her mouth reached her throbbing sex before she hung up, she wouldn't be able to control her responses. Sally was no longer listening to the conversation. The sexy smell coming from between Sam's legs was drawing her mouth closer and closer. Suddenly, Sam was sorry that she had continued the conversation. However, now Larry was telling her about something that had happened today. She tried desperately to control her breathing as she watched Sally's tongue work toward her dripping hole. Then, suddenly, Sally pushed the older woman's legs apart and dove forward. Sam bit her lip to keep from screaming as her tongue began to lick up and down her swollen slit. "Oh... uh... sweetie... I... have to run," Sam stuttered to her husband. "Yes... yes, I love you too sweetie. See you soon." Quickly, Sam pushed the end button and reached to put the phone on the end table. "Ohhhhh Goddddd," she groaned and dropped the phone as Sally's lips closed around her clit. "God, I love your bare pussy," Sally whispered as her tongue came out to lick the smooth and fat outer lips. "Oh God Sally!" Sam moaned as she felt Sally's tongue begin to move up and down her outer lips. "Mmmm!!!" Sally moaned again, louder. She used her hands to push Sam's legs up, forcing her back in the corner of the sofa. Now, she practically had Sam doubled over. She buried her mouth in the older woman's wet and swollen flesh. Sam reached down and grabbed Sally's head, her fingers running though her hair. "Oh yes, oh yes," she groaned as the younger woman's tongue began to slide in and out of her pulsing hole. Suddenly, Sally was like a mad woman. She began to suck and lick Sam. Then she opened her mouth wide and sucked her entire pubic mound into her mouth. "Oh Goddddd!!!" Sam screamed. She pulled the girl's hair almost painfully. Within seconds Sam felt a rush of pleasure rippling through her body. "Yes, yes, yessssss!!!" she moaned, as a strong climax overtook her. Sally's mouth was suddenly filled with Sam's sweet sex juice. She could feel Sam's hole pulsing around her tongue, squeezing it, and almost sucking it inside. The crotch of her shorts was now sodden with her own juice. "Ahhhheeee!!!" Sam screamed as the flesh between her legs throbbed over and over. Waves of pleasure washed over her. Sally lost herself in her pleasurable task. The warmth of her lover's sex lips surrounded her face and she was transported into her own sea of delight. The tight seam of her shorts rubbed on her clit, bringing on little climaxes of her own. Finally, Sam had to push Sally's head from her crotch. She saw the young girl smiling at her, her face covered in her juice. Sam pulled her up and brought their lips together. She moaned, as she tasted her own juice on Sally's tongue. When the two women parted, Sally stood up and looked down at Sam. There was a 'cat that ate the canary' smile on her smug face. However, while she tried to give the impression that she had been in control, Sam could see that the crotch of her shorts was soaked with her juice. Sally reached out her hand and pulled Sam to her feet, pulling her into her arms. Sam stepped back for a second and stripped of her shirt. Then she pressed her naked body to the young girl. As they embraced, Sam's hands found the soft swells of Sally's cloth covered ass cheeks. They both moaned. When Sam pulled her lips from Sally's they were breathing hard. "Come over here," Sam whispered and she led Sally to the end of the sofa. She pushed the end table out of the way and turned her until she was facing the arm of the sofa. "What're you doing?" Sally asked as Sam stood behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist. "I'm going to eat you," she whispered into her ear as she pressed her naked breasts to her back. "I want you to bend over the arm of the sofa," Sam said as her hands worked up under her top. A second later, both hands were filled with Sally's soft breast flesh. She bent her head and kissed her neck, using her tongue to trace little wet circles on her skin. Sally was going mad with desire now. Her hips began to press back into Sam. "Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned as the older woman began to pinch her nipples. "I love your nipples," Sam said as she gently pinched the puffy mounds. Then she squeezed and lifted the large orbs. Sally leaned her head back until it was on Sam's shoulder. Her mouth opened as she gasped for breath and she moaned in excitement. "Bend over," Sam whispered. With a little groan, Sally leaned forward until her top half was over the arm of the sofa. The position pushed her rear back and made her go up on her toes slightly. Sam pressed on Sally's back and looked down at her buttocks. It was one of the most exciting views Sam had ever seen. It amazed her that now the sight of a woman's ass was turning her on. How things had changed in just a few days. Sally's face was lying on the seat of the sofa and her buttocks were pushed up. The tight shorts hugged her cheeks like a second skin. Sam went to her knees and her hands began to slide up the backs of Sally's firm thighs. She could feel the strength of the young girl's legs. The position stretched her muscles, defining the thighs and showing the impact of years of skiing. Her legs were gorgeous. The blood was pounding in Sally's temples as she felt Sam caressing her. Her position made her feel almost helpless, because only her toes touched the floor and she couldn't use her legs. Her weight was on her chest, effectively immobilizing her. Sam pushed her hands under the back of her shorts, caressing her soft cheeks. Then she lifted her hands, letting the leg bands slip upward, forcing the tightly stretched material between the cheeks. "Mmmm!!!" Sam moaned and began to kiss the soft white and flawless flesh of Sally's gorgeous ass. "Sammmmm!!!" Sally hissed as she felt the older woman's warm lips on her cheeks. A smile crossed Sam's lips and she pulled away. She reached up and began to slowly pull the tight shorts over the cheeks. She took it very slow, revealing inch after inch of white flesh. Sam could feel Sally begin to tremble and her own vagina began to pulse. After having climaxed only a few minutes ago, she was surprised at how excited she was becoming. She could feel juice dripping down her legs. She eased the shorts down her thighs and watched as the crotch was reluctantly released by her swollen lips. A little moan escaped her mouth when she saw the strings of clear juice hanging between the crotch of her shorts and her vagina. When the cheeks were totally revealed, the slip of material was quickly pulled down Sally's legs and discarded. Now, Sam sat back, her eyes clouding over with lust as she stared at the dripping sex between the young girl's legs. The sexy pink inner lips were swollen and protruded from between the smoother outer lips. Sam controlled a sudden urge to bury her face between her legs. Instead, she whispered in a strained voice, "Open yourself for me." "Huh?" Sally said. "Use your hands and open yourself," she ordered. Suddenly, Sally's hands were trembling as she reached back and grasped her buttocks. A moan came from her lips when she pulled them apart. Now she felt incredibly exposed but also incredibly excited. She could feel the cool air of the room caressing her intimate parts. Her vagina pulsed and juice trickled from her hole. She trembled in excitement as she waited. It was almost embarrassing to have the older woman looking at her rear hole. She felt it pulse with excitement. Sam stared and her body trembled. Almost as if she were hypnotized, her head moved slowly forward. "Jesus, Sammmm!!!" Sally moaned when she felt her lips touch the burning cheeks of her ass. She struggled to hold the cheeks open as her hips began to squirm. Slowly, the older woman kissed one cheek, licking it with her tongue and then moved to the other. She pulled back and looked at Sally's dripping vagina. Then her eyes slowly moved upward to stare at the tiny star of her anus. A chill ran down her spine and she began to breathe heavily. Can I do it? she thought and hesitated. Then she thought of the pleasure she felt when Sally had done it to her and her head moved forward and her tongue came out. "Ohhhhh!!!" Sally screamed as she felt Sam's tongue on her little hole. She couldn't believe that Sam was actually licking her ass. Now her hips were squirming all over the arm of the chair. Her fingers trembled as she tried desperately to hold her ass cheeks open. Sam moaned deep in her throat as she circled the tiny brown hole with her tongue. Then, she stiffened her tongue and pushed. The muscles resisted at first but then she felt Sally relax and the secret little hole opened like a flower. "Jesusssss!!!" Sally bellowed when she felt the tongue penetrate her in a place where no one but her had ever touched. It was a strange but amazingly exciting feeling. Suddenly, she felt Sam's hands on her cheeks replacing her own. That was fortunate because she could no longer hold herself open. She removed her hands, letting Sam's take their place. The gripped the sofa-cushion tightly with her hands. Sam's tongue worked deep into Sally's little hole and her saliva ran down her chin. When she pulled back, she saw the hole remain open for a second before snapping shut. She pushed her tongue in again. This time it was easier. Then, her lips circled the hole and she sucked, pulling the puckered little star into her mouth. "Oh, oh, oh, oh," Sally gasped. Chills were running up and down Sam's spine as she worked on Sally's ass. A shiver of pleasure ran through her at the thought of the conservative professor of English sucking a woman's asshole. What would my friends say if they saw me right now? she thought. But then all thoughts left her mind as she pulled away and looked at the spread ass of the trembling girl. Then, she took a trembling finger into her mouth and made it wet with her saliva. She then placed the tip on the little rose. With gradual pressure, she pushed forward. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," Sally gasped, as she felt Sam's finger slipping into her. Sam watched as Sally's hole took her finger inside. It felt like the hole was resisting and pulling at the same time. She continued to press forward until it could go no further. Then she pulled it back out, watching the tight hole resist again. She forced it back in again. She couldn't believe how warm and tight her anal walls felt on her finger. Slowly she began to move her finger in and out until she had established a steady rhythm. Now Sally was grunting in excitement as she climbed rapidly toward a climax. Her head was spinning wildly and she gasped for breath. As Sam continued to pump in and out, she moved her head down until her tongue could touch her swollen sex lips. She pressed her tongue gently through the opening and into her. Sally couldn't take anymore. She screamed loudly as a climax rushed through her. Her toes left the floor and her face pressed into the sofa as she gasped for breath. She felt like she might pass out again as her body convulsed in pleasure. Each time she thought that her climax was going to end, Sam would lick her or twist her finger deep inside her ass and that would start the convulsions all over again. On and on it went, as a corresponding pulse of pleasure in her ass followed the pulsing in her vagina. Sam felt her own vagina trembling. She reached between her legs with her free hand and pushed a finger inside. Instantly, she screamed into Sally's wet flesh as a climax rushed through her as well. Chapter 10 Later that afternoon, as they ate a late lunch, Sam told Sally that when her husband called earlier he said that he had called a friend at the roads commission. He had arranged for a truck with a snow thrower to dig them out tomorrow. It was obvious from Sally's reaction that she wasn't delighted with the news. In fact, Sam was not overly delighted by the news either. However, she also knew that she had to get back home. While the last several days had probably been the most exciting time Sam had ever had, it had brought a great deal of distress. For the first time in her life, Sam was second-guessing her career goals and, more importantly, her life. What was happening between her and Sally made her wonder if she was a lesbian. She had feelings like she had never felt before. Yet, there was no question that she loved Larry. They had a warm and comfortable relationship--maybe too comfortable. Still, the thought of giving up Sally was almost more than she could take. When she thought of her, she could feel a fire burning in her heart and it would flutter like a high school girl on her first date. But it was more than that. The young woman had definitely gotten under her skin. It had hit her like a 'ton of bricks' that she was in love with her. Just a few short days ago, no one could have convinced her that she could ever have those kinds of feelings for another woman. However, the most distressing part was that she knew that their relationship couldn't continue. The last few days were also momentous for Sally. She confirmed what she already knew deep inside--she loved women. More specifically she loved one woman--Sam. Every time she looked at Sam, her heart would flutter as well. However, she also knew that the relationship was very tenuous. After all, Sam was married and had a career. She was a respected professor at a prestigious college. It was impossible for Sally to see how she could fit into her life. Still, she prayed that somehow it would work out. The alternative was almost too painful to think about. The two women sat silently at the table, deep in thought, long after they had eaten. "Well, I guess we had better dig the car out," Sam finally said breaking the silence in the quiet room. "Do we have to?" Sally asked with a sad smile. There were tears in her eyes. When Sam saw it, she felt as if her heart was going to break. She slid her chair back and opened her arms to her. Sally got up and sat on the older woman's lap, resting her face on her shoulder. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Sam didn't speak because didn't know what to say. Instead she held her, letting her sob on her shoulder. She fought desperately to control her own tears. Finally she spoke. "Sweetie, we had better get moving or it's going to get dark." "I know," Sally said, as she wiped her cheeks, trying to smile through her tears. Sam handed her a napkin to wipe her red nose. They put on their snowsuits and reluctantly went outside. It took them almost two hours to dig the SUV out of the snowdrifts. Now all they needed was the snow truck. It was dark when they went back into the cabin. "I guess we'll skip dinner tonight," Sam said. "Yea, I'm not hungry. But, I would like to fix you a special dessert later." Sam looked at Sally curiously. She knew that they didn't have anything in the house that even closely resembled a dessert. Still, she figured that maybe she had something in the pantry. "Okay, I need to get a shower." "All right, I'll get one after you." Sam took her shower, shaving her legs and pubic mound. When she was out of the shower drying herself, she looked at her bare crotch and smiled. She loved the way it looked and it amazed her how sensitive the entire pubic area was now. Just the slightest touch of a towel sent a chill through her. Now, she doubted that she would be able to wear panties again. She put on the flannel shirt again. When she came out of the bathroom, Sally was waiting to take her shower. "Don't go upstairs yet," she told Sam and smiled. "All right," Sam said with a questioning look. "I thought we were having dessert?" "We are," Sally said mysteriously and hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. Sam shook her head and smiled. A short while later, Sally came out of the bathroom. She was wearing a silk kimono that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Just below the kimono she had on a pair of thigh high, black nylons. The contrast of her bare white skin above the elastic and the dark nylons was very sexy. Sam felt her heart flutter as she watched Sally walk toward her. Suddenly, she had a pretty good idea of what "dessert" meant. "Don't go upstairs yet," Sally said, "I'll call you." Then, she walked away, swaying her sexy backside. She glanced over her shoulder at Sam and caught her watching her. Then she giggled and hurried up the stairs. Sam waited nervously on the sofa. She felt like a teenager waiting for her first date. It seemed that she waited a long time. About ten minutes later Sally called down to Sam. Trying to act calm, Sam took her time in walking over to the steps. However, her knees were almost shaking as she ascended the steps. When she was high enough, she could see that there were candles lit and sitting on the floor in a circle. She saw Sally standing near the bed waiting for her. "Oh my," Sam exclaimed when she saw that Sally had placed a sheet on the floor and circled it with the fragrant candles. There was soft music playing on the radio. Sally held her arms open to Sam and whispered shyly, "Dance with me." A smile crossed Sam's face as she hurried over to the younger woman. "Wait," Sally said and slowly unlashed the belt on her kimono and let it slide down her shoulders. This time Sam gasped. Sally had on a black corset that hugged her waist and supported her large breasts. Most of her chest was bare. The corset lifted and presented her breasts to Sam's admiring eyes. It also left her crotch and ass bare. Suddenly the two women were in each other's arms, moving slowly to the soft music. While their bodies moved slowly, Sam's heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she felt Sally's soft breasts pressing to her. Within a second, their lips were pressed together in a passionate kiss. "Mmmm," Sally moaned as Sam's tongue pushed into her willing mouth. When she felt Sam's hands touch her bare ass cheeks, she reluctantly pulled away. "It's time for dessert," she whispered. "What dessert?" "You!" Sally said as she began to unbutton the flannel shirt. She slowly pushed it from her shoulders, watching her beautiful body come into view. Her eyes smoldered with lust as she gazed at her friends heaving chest. She could see Sam's body begin to tremble. She let the shirt drop to the floor and then she led Sam over to the center of the sheet on the floor and pressed on her shoulders. Sam let Sally push her to the floor until she was lying on her back looking up at the sexily dressed girl. From her angle she could see her breasts swaying above her. They appeared even larger from that position. The sexy corset cinched in her waist, emphasizing her curves. The thigh high nylons shimmered in the light of the candles and the black material of the corset contrasted beautifully with her white skin. When she looked between her legs, she could see that Sally was already wet. Sam trembled in excitement and began to squirm on the sheet as she waited. Hidden beside the bed was a bottle of Hershey Chocolate syrup in a pan of warm water. Sally picked it up for Sam to see. "I've had a craving for chocolate the last couple of days," she said with a lustful smile. Then she knelt next to Sam and bent over her to kiss her lips gently. When she pulled away, she turned the bottle up and squirted a little bit of chocolate on her finger. She used her finger to rub the chocolate onto Sam's lips. "Don't lick it off," she whispered. Then she moved to her breasts, holding the bottle over her nipple and squirting a circle of the sticky brown syrup around the areola and then onto the tip. Next, she moved to the other breast and did the same thing. "Ohhhh!!!" Sam moaned as she felt the warm syrup on her now hard and sensitive nipples. Then, Sally placed the tip of the bottle between her breasts and slowly squirted a line of the brown sauce between the mounds and down her stomach until she reached her navel. A little extra squirt there and she moved lower. Sam felt chills run up and down her spine as the warm syrup moved in a direct line toward her vagina. However, just when she thought she was going to squirt it on her lips, she changed direction and trickled a line to the side of one fat outer lip. Quickly she made another line on the other side, creating an upside down "Y" with her split in the middle, untouched as yet by the chocolate. Sam continued to squirm on the floor as she felt the sticky syrup cover her body. The chocolate on her breasts and stomach was rapidly cooling. But it still felt incredibly exciting. She could barely wait for what she knew was going to happen next. Sally smiled at her creation before she placed the tip of the bottle at the top of her lover's freshly shaved pubic mound. "Oh God Salllllyyyy," Sam moaned as she squirted a line of syrup down the split of her vagina. Then she placed the tip of the bottle just inside her lips and squeezed. "Oh Jesus," Sam exclaimed as she felt the warm chocolate enter her. She opened her legs wider and lifted her hips. "Now for my dessert," Sally said and she crawled over Sam until she was looking down at her on hands and knees. Then, she slowly leaned down until her lips were almost touching Sam's. Her tongue came out and she gently licked the chocolate from her lips before she pushed her tongue into the older woman's mouth and shared the sweet syrup. "Mmmm," Sam moaned deep in her throat. A second later, Sam lifted up as Sally bent to her breast. She sucked first one covered nipple and then the other. "Ohhhh!!!" Sam cried as her mouth sucked the chocolate from the nipples. When Sally's mouth left the second breast, both nipples were clean. Now her tongue began to trace the line of chocolate down her body. Sam's body quivered as Sally tickled her chest and stomach with her tongue, stopping to suck the chocolate from her navel. Next, Sally moved until she was kneeling between Sam's thighs. She continued licking, following one arm of the "Y" until she was sucking the syrup from the side of her chocolate covered sex lips. Now, Sam going mad with need. "Jesus Sally, please," she pleaded, reaching up to try to grab her head. Sally pushed her hands away gently and continued to lick. When both creases were cleaned of all the chocolate, she moved until her lips hovered over Sam's swollen sex. She stared at the chocolate covered lips. She could see that Sam's juice was mixing with the chocolate and it was beginning to run from the pulsing hole. Her mouth watered. "Ahhhhheeee!!!" Sam screamed as Sally dropped her mouth to her sweet hole. The combination taste of the thick syrup and Sam's juice excited her beyond belief. She pushed her legs wide and forced her tongue deep into the warm hole. Then, she opened her mouth, covered the hole and sucked. Sam began to gasp for breath. Her hands found Sally's head and pulled her face into her throbbing hole. "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, eat meeeeee!!!" she screamed as a strong climax began to take control. Her hips lifted up and her hands pulled the head tightly to her climaxing sex. The chills of excitement went on and on until she feared that she would expire. Her thighs lifted and she captured the young girls, pulling her even tighter to her climaxing vagina. Finally, her hips fell back to the floor and Sally's mouth followed. However, when she tried to push her head away, she resisted and pushed her legs upward until her thighs touched her breasts. Sally's now trembling hand grabbed the bottle of syrup. She turned it up and poured chocolate all over her sex lips again, covering ever inch of her swollen pubic mount. Then her mouth went wild. A moan of pleasure left her lips as she sucked and licked with frenzy. "Sally, no," Sam almost screamed in exhaustion. However, almost immediately excitement began to course through her again. She felt almost helpless to stop her as Sally's mouth brought her to a sexual peak time and again. She could no longer tell one climax from another. They blended into one long explosion in her brain. It was a long time before Sam could think straight again. When she could, she realized that Sally was lying next to her, gently kissing her lips. "I loved my dessert," Sally whispered. "Was it good for you?" "Hmmm," Sam moaned. She could still feel her body tingling all over. "God, I didn't know that I could climax for that long," she whispered. Finally, when she found some strength, she turned to Sally and whispered, "Let me take care of you." "Okay. But just lay there. I'll do the work." Sam looked at her curiously. Then she watched as she stood up. A smile came to her face when she saw the younger woman straddle her head. She watched as she slowly squatted over her face and brought her swollen and dripping sex lips closer and closer. A groan escaped both women as Sally's swollen sex reached Sam's lips. Slowly she increased the pressure until her lips separated and covered the prone woman's mouth, nose and chin. "Oh yes," Sally moaned when she felt Sam push her tongue into her throbbing hole. It only took a minute before Sally was shivering and bouncing her hips on the older woman's face. Suddenly, she shuddered and pressed down hard, practically smothering Sam. She almost lost her balance as her body convulsed in pleasure. Juice poured out of her vagina like a river, deluging the older woman's face and filling her mouth. Sam sucked and swallowed as rapidly as she could. At one point she was afraid that she might drown. However, she managed to get most of the sticky juice down her throat. When Sally's trembling stopped, she started to lift up. Then she felt Sam's hands on her thighs pulling her back. She moaned and sat her vagina heavily onto her face again. Immediately she felt Sam sucking her again. Sam pulled on her thighs in order to keep her sex lips on her mouth. She wanted to bring her off again. Sally groaned and allowed Sam to continue to suck her. It took a few minutes but eventually, she felt excitement coursing through her again. As her excitement grew, she removed Sam's hands from her thighs. She held them over her head and rubbed her swollen lips all over her face, smearing her juice from forehead to chin. Sam moaned as Sally used her face like a sex object. She reveled in the feeling of her juice spreading across her face. Soon, she felt the teenager begin to tense as she neared a climax. Sam opened her mouth and sucked her sex lips inside and began to chew gently. "Oh Jesus, Sammmmmmm," Sally screamed as the floodgates opened again. She bucked on Sam's face as her body trembled in pleasure. Eventually her strength left her and she collapsed by Sam's side. A few minutes later, the two of them were asleep on the floor. Sometime later that night, Sam got up and took a quick shower to get the remains of the stick syrup from her body. When she came back up, she gently awoke Sally and they crawled into bed together. Chapter 11 A thumping sound awoke Sam with a start. When she opened her eyes, she saw that Sally wasn't in bed. Then she heard the sound again. She looked above her head and saw something hit the window. When she got up and looked outside, a smile came to her face. She saw Sally standing outside in the snow, throwing snowballs at the window. Sally waved and pointed at the "snowwoman" that the two of them had started yesterday. Another smile came to Sam's face when she saw that Sally had finished the "snowwoman." She had placed one of her hats on the head and a scarf around the neck. Also, she had cut an orange in half and used it for the nipples on the snow mounds. They looked surprisingly like Sally's breasts. In big letters, she had written in the snow "I LOVE YOU!" Sam felt her heart swell. However, when Sam looked closer at the "snowwoman's" face, she saw that Sally had placed something on the face representing tears running down the cheeks. She felt a pain in her heart as tears came to her own eyes. Then, she moved closer to the windowpane and blew her breath on the cold glass, creating a fog. She used her finger to write something. Sally watched as Sam spelled something on the window. She moved closer to the house and looked up. Suddenly, she felt her heart skip a beat. Sam had written, "I Love You Too!" With a squeal of joy, Sally ran for the door. She threw off her clothes as she rushed toward the stairs. Sam was almost bowled over as Sally pushed her toward the bed. A second later they were kissing. The passion in her kisses almost took Sam's breath away. Without a lot of foreplay, the two women slipped into a sixty-nine position. Neither of them had ever done this before. However, it came naturally and was a comfortable extension of their relationship. Sam matched Sally, suck for suck. Within a few minutes, they were both close to climaxing. Sam went over the top first and began to convulse in pleasure. That brought on Sally's climax. Both women worked hard to continue to pleasure the other as their climaxes took their concentration away. Somehow they accomplished the shared goal of pleasing each other before collapsing. Suddenly, a loud noise from outside forced them to pull their faces from between each other's legs. They realized that the truck with the snow thrower was coming up their road. "I guess we had better get dressed," Sam said. Sally silently turned away. Sam heard her crying quietly. "Sally..." Sam said as she touched the younger woman's shoulder. She hesitated when she couldn't find words. "You... know that this... this can't continue. We agreed on that." "You agreed on that!" Sally whispered through her quiet sobs. "I just can't risk my reputation. It's not just me that I have to think about. It's about my husband and our families. What about your family and friends?" Sam pulled Sally until she was in her arms. She turned her tear-streaked face up and said, "I do love you but we have more than ourselves to think about." She gently kissed her lips. Sally loved the "I do love you," part but wasn't consoled by the rest. However, she also knew that what Sam was saying was true and knew that life wasn't fair. Still, she had hoped that somehow it would work out. "You won't forget me will you?" she sobbed. "Of course not! I could never forget you or the past few days," Sam said as tears began to stream from her eyes. "It was the most incredible time of my life." Their lips came together one final time. "We have to get going." The three-hour ride home was silent. There were things that they wanted to say but both feared bringing on the emotions again. When they stopped outside Sally's house, it had begun to rain. The mood inside the car matched the dreary day outside. They sat silently for a long time. Finally, Sally turned to Sam and whispered, "Can I have one more kiss?" Sam sighed and looked around. She figured that the pouring rain would make it impossible to see anyone inside the car. "Yes," Sam answered. Sally leaned over and touched Sam's lips with her own. Their mouths opened and they shared their tongues. Almost immediately, the car was filled with passionate moans. With tremendous will power, Sam pushed Sally away. She looked into the younger woman's tear filled eyes. "I love you," Sally whispered and then, before Sam could answer Sally jumped out of the car and ran up the steps. Sam started the car and drove away with a pain in her heart. What a mess I've created, she thought. When she arrived home, she kissed Larry hello and went to her room to unpack. The first thing that she noticed when she opened her small case was that there was a pair of yellow panties in with her clothes. She picked them up and realized that they were not hers. Suddenly, her hand began to tremble. She raised them to her nose and a moan escaped her lips. It was definitely Sally's smell. Like a teenager, she rushed to the bathroom and sat on the toilet. With the panties held to her face and her hand between her legs, she climaxed. Incredibly, when Sam went to bed that night, she placed the panties secretly under her pillow where she could feel them. However, it was a sleepless night for Sam. Every time she closed her eyes she could see Sally and feel her body. She must have looked at the clock a thousand times until she finally gave up and got out of bed. It was five a.m. Sam busied herself preparing for her coming classes. However, it was exceedingly difficult to maintain her concentration. Sally was on her mind constantly. When she left for school that morning, it was a typically cold and dreary day. But, after spending time skiing and snowmobiling, it was a lot easier for her to see how people tolerated the cold weather. However, she knew that being at the cabin with Sally substantially influenced her opinion. As Sam walked into the classroom, the first thing she noticed was that Sally's chair was empty. She looked at the clock and saw that there was still a few minutes left before class started. Still, Sally was always early to class. As the clock ticked by and class started, she became increasingly concerned. By the final bell, she was a nervous wreck. As soon as the room was clear, she grabbed her phone and dialed Sally's number. The phone rang four times before Sally's voice came on the line saying she was unavailable and to leave a message. "Sally, it's Sam. If you're there, please pick up." Sam waited for a minute and then said, "Please call me on my cell phone." When she hung up, she dialed Sally's cell phone but got the same message. Again, she asked Sally to call her. Finally, she reluctantly called her parents' number. Sam was somewhat relieved when Sally's Mom said that she had gone to the administration office for some reason that morning. She said that she would give Sally the message to call her. Sally sat on the chair in the administration office staring at the "Drop Class" form. It was all filled out and only needed her signature. She had pressed the pen to the paper over and over but couldn't bring herself to sign. Still, the alternative was to sit in Sam's class day after day knowing that she could never be with her again. That was almost too much to bear. Finally, she stood up and put the form in her book bag. I'll drop it off tomorrow, she told herself. As she walked across campus, she dialed in to get her messages. When she heard Sam's voice, her knees suddenly became weak. With shaking fingers she tried to dial Sam's number. It took three attempts before she got it right. "Hello," Sam said. She was rushing to a meeting and hadn't looked at who was calling. "Sam, it's Sally." "Oh God Sally, I was so worried about you. Are you okay?" "I'm fine," she answered in a non-committal tone. "Listen, I have a meeting this afternoon. Can you meet me at PJ's Pub at six?" Suddenly Sally's heart was thumping in her chest. She controlled her voice and said, "Well, I had another appointment but I guess I could change it." Inside her mind was screaming "Yes!" "Good, I'll see you there at six." The rest of the afternoon seemed like it was never going to end for both women. Sam even arrived at the pub a half-hour early and by the time she saw Sally walking in the door, she had consumed two mixed drinks and was working on a third. However, even after struggling all afternoon, she still didn't know what she was going to say. "Hi!" Sally said quietly as she slid into the booth across from Sam. "Hi!" Sam answered. Her heart fluttered when she saw the pretty girl's face. She had on a pretty blue skirt and white blouse and her hair was pulled back in a ponytail. It had only been one day but it seemed like it was so long ago when she had last seen her. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she had it bad for the young girl. "Would you like something to eat?" Sam asked. "No thank you." "I couldn't eat either," Sam said with a knowing smile. "Here," she said and pushed her mixed drink over to the underage girl. "It's okay this once," she said when she saw Sally hesitate. Sally smiled as she took a drink. "Sally, I've been going crazy the last twenty four hours. I've been missing you, worried about you and angry with you all at the same time. The truth is that I still don't know what to say to you. I don't want to leave it the way... well, the way we separated yesterday. And, when I didn't see you in class, I panicked." "I went in to drop your class," Sally said. "Oh no Sally! Please don't! I'm so sorry. I've created a mess," Sam said as tears began to fall again. She reached over and grabbed Sally's hand. "Please don't drop the class because of me." "I... I just can't bear to be in your class and not be able to... to," Sally's voice dropped off as she looked down at her drink. " I can't bear to be teaching the class without you in it," Sam said and hesitated. Then she added, "I meant what I wrote on the window yesterday." Sally's head came up and she looked at the older woman. Suddenly, her heart was beating fast again. "You did?" "Yes. I hardly slept last night. I don't know where this is going but I know that I can't leave it like this," Sam said and squeezed Sally's hand. Sally suddenly wanted to jump across the table and kiss Sam. However, she just smiled and squeezed her hand back. "Would you like another drink?" the waitress said. Sam quickly pulled her hand away from the younger woman. "Uh... no, just our check please." Then, when the waitress was out of hearing range, Sam looked around the room as if someone could overhear her and whispered, "Is there... there someplace we can go that's more private?" A broad smile crossed Sally's face. "There's the old Benson farm overlook," Sally said referring to a lover's lane outside of town. "There won't be anybody up there this time of year." "All right," Sam said as the waitress came back with her bill. Sam couldn't stop her hands from shaking as she counted out the money and left it on the table. Then she followed Sally to her car. "Leave your car here. We can come back for it later," Sam said. A few minutes later, Sam turned off the main road and drove the car down a deserted and unpaved road. A mile further they reached an open area on the edge of an overlook to a man-made lake. As Sally had predicted, theirs was the only car there. Sam stopped the car but left the engine running for heat. Suddenly, the car was silent, with only the two beating hearts. Their eyes met and as if there were two strong magnets pulling them, the two women lips moved together. The windows of the car began to steam up. Incredibly, it felt like it had been months to Sam since she tasted and felt Sally's sweet lips. Like some horny teenager, Sam's hand reached up and cupped Sally's covered breast. As the kiss continued, Sam's fingers stumbled to open the front of the young girl's blouse. A moan escaped her lips when she felt Sally's naked breast in her hand. Her fingers squeezed the soft nipple, sending shock waves directly between her legs. Then, she moved her hand down to Sally's warm thigh. "Let's get into the back seat," Sally said breathlessly. Sam looked around at the deserted woods, biting her lip in indecision. Finally, she began to strip her coat off. Sally smiled and did the same. They both hurried out of the front seat and climbed into the back. When Sam tried to pull Sally into an embrace, Sally stopped her and pushed her back into the corner. Then she slowly finished unbuttoning her own blouse and pulled it off, leaving her naked from the waist up. As always, Sally's breasts mesmerized Sam. She watched them swing back and forth, almost as if in slow motion. Although it was slightly chilly in the car, the nipples maintained their puffiness. Sally pushed her chest out with pride. She was no longer embarrassed by their size or that they were different. The lust in Sam's eyes was all she needed. Slowly, she moved over and got onto her knees straddling the older woman. With a smile, she lifted one heavy breast and brought it to Sam's lips. "This is what you wanted, isn't it," she whispered as she fed her puffy nipple into her mouth. "Uh huhhhh!" Sam moaned around the soft flesh. "Oh yes, suck my tit," Sally moaned as she grabbed her head and pulled her mouth tighter. Suddenly, she could feel her juice running down her legs. Sam's hands reached out and grasped Sally's buttocks. Then they slid down and under her skirt. A moan escaped her lips when she felt her warm thighs. Slowly she moved her hands up. "Oh God," she whispered when she realized that Sally didn't have panties on. She felt juice on her fingers as they tickled the already swollen lips. Sally pulled her breast reluctantly from Sam's mouth. She leaned down and whispered, "I want to eat your pussy." "Ohhhh!!!" Sam moaned. Sally pushed her back and slid to her knees on the floor. "Lift up," she said as she pushed her dress up her thighs. A second later, it was around her waist. "Oh my! I guess I'm not the only one that forgot her panties," Sally said and a little gasp escaped her lips when she saw her shaved pubic mound. The inner lips were already swollen and protruding. Even in the dim light of the car, she could see the sparkle of her juice. An animal moan escaped her throat as her mouth covered Sam's vagina. "Oh Jesus Sally," Sam screamed as the younger woman began to suck her. In that instant, Sam realized that she could never give Sally up. Her legs wrapped around the young girl's head and her hips bucked into her face. Sally was an expert at oral sex now and quickly found all the right places. She licked and sucked the older woman until her body collapsed in satisfied exhaustion. As soon as Sam caught her breath, she pushed the young girl back. "You don't have to do me," she said. "I came while I was eating you." "Too bad," Sam smiled. A second later her fingers were playing with Sally's swollen sex lips. "I guess you expected this," she said with a smile at the fact that she had left her panties off. "You know that I never wear panties around you. Besides, I seemed to have lost a pair of my panties." Sam's face turned red when she remembered what she had done with the young girl's panties. However Sally never saw her embarrassment as her head dropped quickly between her thighs. "Ohhhhh Sammmmm!!!" Sally screamed. It took only a few seconds for Sally to begin to tremble in climax. She locked her thighs around Sam's head, almost drowning her with her juice as a tremendous climax overtook her. Sam stopped her car on the dark parking lot of the pub. She turned the engine off and turned to her lover. Then, she reached her hand out and brushed a lock of hair from her pretty face. She touched her warm cheek with her hand. "This is so crazy, but I love you," she stated. Sally took Sam's hand and kissed the palm. "Oh God, I love you too. So much it hurts." Tears began to stream down her cheeks. "Is this it then?" she asked dreading the answer. Sam didn't answer right away. She stared at Sally with a serious look. "Larry and I have a time-share down in the Florida Keys. I was thinking of going down there sometime during Christmas break to go sailing. Do you think you think you could sneak away and join me?" A smile came to her lips. Sally looked at Sam like she didn't comprehend what she had said. Then her eyes grew wide. "Oh my God! Are you serious?" she screamed. "Yes!" "What about your husband, your family, your reputation?" "We'll just have to be very careful." "Thank you!" Sally said and almost fell into the older woman's arms. "Uh... Sally, not out here," Sam said looking around the dark parking lot. "Oh sorry," she said and pulled away. "But how can I possibly wait that long to be with you?" Sally asked with concern. "Well, we do have to work on our essay, 'Lesbianism in Modern Literature,'" Sam answered with a wide smile. "And, if we are going to write about something like that, we will have to do a lot of research. Won't we?" Sally wanted to squeal with joy. Instead she said, "Of course. What kind of a piece of work would it be without in-depth research? At least that's what a great English professor once told me." "I'll see you tomorrow in class," Sam said. Sally got out of the car and turned back and looked inside. "I love you," she mouthed before she turned and ran to her car. Sam sighed and started the car. She knew that she should feel guilty about what she was doing but somehow she just didn't. And, although she knew this was incredibly dangerous, for the first time in her life she felt free and madly in love. The End Higher Education Ch. 01 by rgjohn (C) My name is James Adams and I teach Philosophy 101 to freshmen students at a mid-sized college. This is my eighth year and I am being considered for a full professorship. The title of professor means some extra money but more importantly it means tenure and recognition that I am finally a part of the college infrastructure. Sure, I know the decision to give a teacher tenure is as much political as it is academic but I would be lying if I said it wasn't important. It means that I would become part of the establishment of the college-something every college teacher works for. Now I can look back on my career and smile. However, it has been a bumpy ride at times but there was a lot of fun along the way as well. To be sure, there were times that I thought this day would never come. How did I get to this point in my life? Well, I guess there is always a little bit of luck when one achieves their career goals. However, I didn't start out to be a college professor. The truth is that the odds were stacked against me in many ways. After graduating from high school with a solid "c," I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Somehow I got the bright idea to join the Army. Actually I think it was my old man that said that I needed to either get a job or join the Army. I joined the Army. It seemed the easier path. I spent four years in the service, learning how to use lethal weapons as well as how to avoid being killed. Strangely, that's how I ended up as a philosophy major in college. It came to me one night as I was sweltering in some God forsaken jungle in South America waiting to ambush drug smugglers. I was part of the Army's "special ops" team that was assigned to deal with the drug trade south of our borders. My team was hidden in dense jungle overgrowth next to a known drug smuggler's trail, trying our best to keep quiet as misquotes tried just as hard to carry us away. It was a rare moment of lucid thought that I wondered what the hell I was doing risking my life in this low paid and dangerous job. That may have been the closest I had ever come to a philosophical thought. The answer was like a revelation to me. It seemed like most of the guys around me were crazy or at least acted that way and would have been here even if they weren't paid. I realized that there had to be a better way to make a living. I resolved in that moment of sanity to get out of the military as soon as possible. Hopefully alive! Within six months I was mustering out of the Army and searching to find a college that would take me regardless of my academic record. Fortunately, I had a connection from a friend of a friend and found a school that would give me the benefit of the doubt. I used the money that I had saved in the past four years, plus the college reimbursement that the Army provided, to register at a small college in upstate New York. The money wasn't enough for all my expenses but I worked a couple of extra jobs and made ends meet. I even received a scholarship to stay on and finish my graduate degree, before going to work for real. After graduation, I took the first job I could find (always in desperate need of money) and began teaching at a private all boys' high school. Surprisingly teaching wasn't all that different from the Army, i.e., working with unruly boys whose testosterone levels were bubbling over. Fortunately, after two years at the school I got lucky and landed a job teaching intro philosophy at a mid-sized college. That was the beginning of my career and while I didn't know it at the time, began my education in the world of college politics and sex (well, mostly sex). This story is about how I got here and the ups and downs (pun intended) along the way. Chapter 1 I remember my first day on the job like it was yesterday. I was sitting behind this very desk trying to act like "professor cool" as students filed into the room. Believe it or not, I had on a tweed jacket, with elbow patches and a vest. I even had a pipe on my desk, although I didn't smoke. However, behind my attempt at a suave demeanor was a very nervous young man. Maybe it was because I had never had a class with thirty students. The size of my classes at the small private school had been in the neighborhood of twelve to fifteen students, and more importantly, all boys. Here, I knew from the roster that I had about twenty girls and ten boys in my first class. That seemed to be the general ratio for my other classes as well. From my Army days and teaching at a boy's school, I had grown very comfortable being around and teaching guys. Now I would have to learn to deal with the fairer sex. Not that I was totally inexperienced with girls but, believe it or not, I was a somewhat shy, if not naive man. Sometimes I think that's why I went into the Army and even accepted the job at the boys' school-I could do the macho thing to cover up my shyness with girls. It was a warm day in late August when the term began so the girls were wearing as little as possible. I tried not to watch as one pretty co-ed after the other flowed into the room. However, while my eyes were pretending to be on the papers on my desk (I have great peripheral vision) I could see the ladies as they walked by. Most wore shorts and tank tops, but some had on short summer dresses. I grew up in a house with three sisters so I was familiar with the "hoochie" look-a cross between sluttish and... well sluttish, but acceptable in the circle of most teenaged girls. My first challenge was learning all of their names. However, I was and am terrible with names. I know the trick is to associate the name with something else but I have a hard time remembering the "something else." Anyway, I always try. There was Jennifer, with the big breasts. I thought she looked like Jennifer Aniston, although this Jennifer had much bigger breasts. Then there was Rachael. She looked a little like Rachael Welsh (when she was young-unfortunately without the big breasts). Then there was Molly who had on a multicolored top that reminded me of a lollipop. Molly... lolli... well, you get the picture. It didn't work anyway. Somehow I muttled through two classes that morning with one left in the afternoon. I hoped that I had maintained my professional demeanor but I had a pretty good suspicion that many of the students knew that I was green. Several of the girls stopped by my desk to say hi and bat their pretty eyes at me. At the time I thought that there was no way that they could sway my objective opinion of them, which was strictly based on their academic achievements. That was one of the many things I have been wrong about in my career. When the ending bell rang, and the students had left, I looked up to see my mentor standing in the doorway. Each new teacher is assigned an experienced "older" teacher to help them learn the procedures and policies of the college. It is actually a pretty good program and I've mentored a number of new teachers over the years. My mentor was Abigail VanBuren. Abigail was an "older" woman of about forty. (When you're thirty, anyone over 31 is "older.") She wore her hair short and had horned-rim glasses. However, underneath her "college professor" exterior she appeared to be a very sexy woman. It happened that she was also the Dean of the Philosophy Department, my boss and a very important person to my career. However, I had no idea how important at the time. "Jim, I have a few papers for you to sign and then we can go to lunch if you like." "That would be great," I said as I nervously straightened up the papers covering my already messy desk. "Come on down to my office." Abigail turned and walked out the door. As I hurried to follow her down the hall, I couldn't help notice that, while she was always professionally dressed, she wore her clothes too tight. However, she had the shape to get away with it. That day she was wearing a gray business suit with a form fitting skirt and jacket. She had on a white blouse with a colorful scarf around her neck. My eyes followed her rear as she strode purposefully on four-inch high heels down the hall in front of me. It almost appeared that she was swaying her hips a little more than necessary. However, I thought it could have been because of the very high heels that she was wearing. I found out it was the former. I followed her into a large and well-furnished office and sat down in a chair in front of her large desk. There was a leather sofa, two end tables with lamps, a coffee table and two desk chairs in the spacious room. Covering the walls, were bookshelves and plaques showing her academic accomplishments and awards. A very lavish office even for a Dean of Philosophy, I observed. Her desk was neat and tidy like her. The room smelled of lilacs but I wasn't sure if it were her perfume or the real thing. There were large bouquets of fresh cut flowers on her desk and the coffee table, giving the otherwise mannish office a feminine touch. The flowers could have been lilacs but I had no clue about such things. Abigail sat down at her desk and folded her hands on in front of her. "So how was your first morning," she said with a knowing smile, her blue eyes sparkling. "Very tense, but I got through it somehow." "I can still remember my first day of teaching. It was very trying and I almost quit after the first week. That's why we started the mentoring program. Unfortunately we lost some good people before we realized that we needed to give the new teachers some additional support." I smiled and said that I appreciated her taking her valuable time to help me. She admitted that she didn't normally mentor anymore but when she saw someone "special" she made an exception. I sensed something in the way she said "special." I certainly didn't consider myself special. However, I found out what she meant a few minutes later. Abigail got up and walked around her desk with several papers in her hand. She leaned back on the desk in front of me. My eyes naturally went to the expanse of nylon that was revealed as she leaned back and her short skirt pulled upward. Her opaque nylons shimmered in the sunlight coming from the window. When I looked up I saw her watching me and I blushed like a high school boy. I'm sure she noticed but she didn't say anything. "Uh... are those the papers I have to sign?" I stammered, trying to cover my embarrassment as I reached out for the papers. "Yes," she said, but instead of handing them to me she put the papers down on the desk beside her. Then, to my surprise, she scooted up and sat on the desk. My eyes opened wide when I realized that I was now almost eye-level with her legs. When she crossed her legs, it made her short skirt pull higher. I could actually see the tops of her thigh high nylons and a hint of white flesh where her skirt and the desk met. Again, when I looked up, I saw her looking at me, this time with a smile on her face. I was beginning to get very nervous. "Jim, there are a few rules around here that you should know." Abigail paused as I tried to keep my eyes on her face. "First, as you are aware, I am the head of the department. I run a pretty tight ship and I expect my teachers to obey the rules." She paused and then added, "When I say jump, you should only ask how high." There was a smile on her face but I was pretty sure she wasn't joking. "Additionally, I expect you to be on time for class and prepared. I expect promptness from all of my teachers. Is that understood?" "Yes ma'am," I answered, and swallowed hard. This sounded a lot like the speech that my drill sergeants gave me when I entered the Army. Only, there was a lot more "mother-fucker's" mixed with the military language. "Secondly, the college takes a very dim view of teachers fraternizing with students. I warn you of this because almost seventy per cent of our student body is female. You are a handsome young man." Again she paused and smiled at me. I almost thought she was going to wink. Then she continued, "Do not doubt for a moment that some of the students will try to use their considerable charm to get a grade with their body that their mind can't achieve." I didn't respond but nodded my head. Then I watched as she reached up and pulled the scarf from around her neck. "It's getting warm in here isn't it?" she said and unbuttoned two of the buttons on her blouse. I could now see that she had a substantial cleavage. Then she unbuttoned her jacked and pulled it open. I gasped. She didn't have on a bra and I could plainly see her hard nipples poking through the thin material. Although I wanted to avert my eyes, I found it impossible. I could even see the dark rings of her areolas. I felt an unwanted tingle in my groin and squirmed in my chair. Abigail was quiet for a time, most likely watching for my reaction. Her eyes darted to my groin. I think she saw what she wanted to see. She continued, "So stay away from the co-ed's and be prepared and you will be rewarded." Then Abigail pointed to the forms next to her on the desk. "Sign these," she said as she uncrossed her legs. My eyes glanced toward her now open legs. I almost gasped because it appeared that she wasn't wearing panties. However, I forced myself to look at the forms. They were some kind of tax withholding forms that I was certain I had already signed several weeks ago. Still, I wasn't going to argue. I wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. I signed both forms quickly. "There is only one rule left to understand," Abigail said as she got up and went to the office door. She turned and leaned against the closed door, smiling at me. Her hands were behind her back and I heard a distinct "click." Then she walked over and casually closed the blinds, leaving the room lit only by a small desk lamp that I hadn't even noticed was on. I could feel sweat beading on my brow. I wasn't that na