The Midnight Workouts (chapter 1)
Sandra thought of her as The Girl in the Wifebeater. Although she hated the term ‘wifebeater,’ the name had stuck in her mind ever since she first saw the woman a few weeks ago when she joined the gym. Sandra went there every night around midnight. It was easier for her that way. Her days were occupied with her freelance design and jewelry-making endeavors. And her boyfriend, who was a trader with overseas markets, regularly worked overnight or was away on business. So her late-night workouts didn’t get in the way of their spending time together.
The girl in the wifebeater was one of the few late-night regulars besides herself, and Sandra had developed a mild girl crush on her. There was something about the way she walked around the gym, the way she carried herself, like she was afraid of nothing and in control of everything. She looked Latina, with light brown skin and long dark hair that was always in a ponytail, although she usually wore a baseball cap over her head. She wore a sports bra beneath her wifebeater, and black tights that fit tight around her toned legs. Sandra usually stuck to the elliptical machines, but sometimes out of the corner of her eye she would see the girl carrying dumbbells, her arm muscles rippling with the weight, or running on a treadmill, her breasts lightly rising and falling despite the sports bra.
One night, Sandra went into the dance studio to do some stretching exercises. She expected the studio to be empty; the last fitness class that would have used the studio ended hours ago. But she was surprised to find the girl in the wifebeater there, except she wasn’t wearing a wifebeater but a sweatshirt that was cut off at the sleeves and midriff. She was lying on an exercise mat and doing various kinds of abdominal exercises. Sandra began stretching, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. As she did crunches, her abdominal muscles flexed, and Sandra could see that she had a very well-defined stomach. Sandra wondered how it would feel to run her hands over that stomach and feel those hard muscles under her touch. After a few minutes of some intense exercises, the girl rolled up her mat and left the room without so much as a glance in Sandra’s direction.
Sandra stretched for a couple minutes more, then headed downstairs to the women’s locker room, where she again ran into the girl. Now she was naked and wandering around the locker room, weighing herself, looking at her body in the mirrors, throwing her used towels in the bin. Sandra had never seen her in the locker room before, and at that moment they were the only two women there. But the girl walked around the locker room as if Sandra wasn’t there. Their eyes never met, despite Sandra’s frequent and admiring glances in the girl’s direction. She seemed to have no embarrassment about her body, about being naked. Sandra found a locker in the middle of the room, across from the showers, and she slowly began undressing. She secretly hoped the girl would notice her, but the girl walked right into a shower stall and closed the door.
Minutes later, the girl came out of the shower, her skin glistening, water dripping off her body. Sandra herself was now topless and sitting on a bench directly in the line of sight of anyone who might come out of the showers. She pretended to look at messages on her phone as the girl walked past her and disappeared behind an adjacent row of lockers. When she emerged the workout clothes were gone, and she was now wearing baggy jeans, colorful sneakers, a baseball cap turned slightly sideways, and a wife-beater, a red one. As she passed Sandra she said, “Have a good night,” and gave her a smile. Sandra, taken by surprise, squeaked a barely audible “You too,” but the woman was already gone.
A feeling of elation struck Sandra. Her girl crush had acknowledged her, spoken to her! She began thinking of ways they could bump into each other again at the gym, say more to each other than ‘Have a good night.’ Maybe they could even become workout buddies.
Sandra had always suspected the girl was a lesbian, and now that she had seen her in her normal clothing, she felt more sure. She had seen lesbian women like her around the city and was curious about them, about the kinds of lives they led, which seemed so different than her own life. Now was her chance to become friends with one of those women. Happy, Sandra finally got around to changing her clothes. But as she pulled off her panties she noticed something curious. Her panties were soaked through, and not from sweat. She reached between her legs. Her pussy was incredibly warm and moist. Sandra realized that her infatuation with the girl might be more than a simple girl crush...(to be continued)
The girl in the wifebeater was one of the few late-night regulars besides herself, and Sandra had developed a mild girl crush on her. There was something about the way she walked around the gym, the way she carried herself, like she was afraid of nothing and in control of everything. She looked Latina, with light brown skin and long dark hair that was always in a ponytail, although she usually wore a baseball cap over her head. She wore a sports bra beneath her wifebeater, and black tights that fit tight around her toned legs. Sandra usually stuck to the elliptical machines, but sometimes out of the corner of her eye she would see the girl carrying dumbbells, her arm muscles rippling with the weight, or running on a treadmill, her breasts lightly rising and falling despite the sports bra.
One night, Sandra went into the dance studio to do some stretching exercises. She expected the studio to be empty; the last fitness class that would have used the studio ended hours ago. But she was surprised to find the girl in the wifebeater there, except she wasn’t wearing a wifebeater but a sweatshirt that was cut off at the sleeves and midriff. She was lying on an exercise mat and doing various kinds of abdominal exercises. Sandra began stretching, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the woman. As she did crunches, her abdominal muscles flexed, and Sandra could see that she had a very well-defined stomach. Sandra wondered how it would feel to run her hands over that stomach and feel those hard muscles under her touch. After a few minutes of some intense exercises, the girl rolled up her mat and left the room without so much as a glance in Sandra’s direction.
Sandra stretched for a couple minutes more, then headed downstairs to the women’s locker room, where she again ran into the girl. Now she was naked and wandering around the locker room, weighing herself, looking at her body in the mirrors, throwing her used towels in the bin. Sandra had never seen her in the locker room before, and at that moment they were the only two women there. But the girl walked around the locker room as if Sandra wasn’t there. Their eyes never met, despite Sandra’s frequent and admiring glances in the girl’s direction. She seemed to have no embarrassment about her body, about being naked. Sandra found a locker in the middle of the room, across from the showers, and she slowly began undressing. She secretly hoped the girl would notice her, but the girl walked right into a shower stall and closed the door.
Minutes later, the girl came out of the shower, her skin glistening, water dripping off her body. Sandra herself was now topless and sitting on a bench directly in the line of sight of anyone who might come out of the showers. She pretended to look at messages on her phone as the girl walked past her and disappeared behind an adjacent row of lockers. When she emerged the workout clothes were gone, and she was now wearing baggy jeans, colorful sneakers, a baseball cap turned slightly sideways, and a wife-beater, a red one. As she passed Sandra she said, “Have a good night,” and gave her a smile. Sandra, taken by surprise, squeaked a barely audible “You too,” but the woman was already gone.
A feeling of elation struck Sandra. Her girl crush had acknowledged her, spoken to her! She began thinking of ways they could bump into each other again at the gym, say more to each other than ‘Have a good night.’ Maybe they could even become workout buddies.
Sandra had always suspected the girl was a lesbian, and now that she had seen her in her normal clothing, she felt more sure. She had seen lesbian women like her around the city and was curious about them, about the kinds of lives they led, which seemed so different than her own life. Now was her chance to become friends with one of those women. Happy, Sandra finally got around to changing her clothes. But as she pulled off her panties she noticed something curious. Her panties were soaked through, and not from sweat. She reached between her legs. Her pussy was incredibly warm and moist. Sandra realized that her infatuation with the girl might be more than a simple girl crush...(to be continued)
Going Slowly
Don’t rush it, Melissa told herself. Don’t rush it. She was on her fourth date with Rebecca, and all Melissa could think about was the way their last date had ended. Melissa had walked Rebecca to the entrance of her apartment building, not expecting anything physical since Rebecca had told her on their first date that she likes to take things very slowly. But just as Rebecca put her key into the building entrance door, she looked up at Melissa expectantly, and Melissa leaned in for the kiss. Melissa couldn’t get over how soft and supple Rebecca’s lips felt. They were sweet, and slightly moist despite the cold, dry weather. As they kissed Melissa ran one hand down the curve of Rebecca’s waist, and let it linger at her hip bone. In a few seconds Melissa had gone from expecting nothing to desperately wanting to be invited upstairs to Rebecca’s apartment. But Rebecca pulled away, gave Melissa the sweetest of smiles, and said that she had a really great time that night, and that she hoped to see her again soon. Then she entered her building and Melissa watched Rebecca’s perfect ass and legs disappear up the stairs.
That was exactly one week ago, and despite Rebecca being on her mind almost constantly since then, Melissa resisted every urge to call or email her. She didn’t want to rush things, or seem too eager. And she definitely didn’t want to give Rebecca the impression that she wanted a booty call.
But that didn’t stop Melissa from harboring very sexual thoughts about Rebecca. She had been able to keep such thoughts at bay so far, and besides, she was honestly enjoying just getting to know Rebecca, talking to her about anything and everything under the sun except sex. But that kiss opened the floodgates, and there was now a steady stream of less than innocent imaginings running across Melissa’s mind. She thought about pulling Rebecca’s jeans off and seeing what that perfect ass looked like in the flesh. She imagined her and Rebecca in all number of places and positions. She thought about how the two of them would look together naked, the contrast of Melissa’s olive skin against Rebecca’s paler complexion.
And now, on their fourth date together, Melissa’s sexual imagination was running like an unstoppable freight train. Every second brought an urge to grab Rebecca and kiss her deeply on the mouth. Stay calm, Melissa told herself. Don’t rush it.
They were at an Italian restaurant in Rebecca’s neighborhood, standing by the bar as they waited to be seated. Rebecca was wearing an elegant winter coat, which was unbuttoned so that Melissa could see that she had a little black dress on underneath. She stole glances up and down Rebecca’s creamy and smooth legs that ended in an adorable pair of ankle-high boots. She also noticed a guy at the bar checking Rebecca out. He looked like the type of guy who would be an investment banker, some highly-educated asshole who thinks he can have whatever he wants. She suspected he was probably even a fratboy in school. She glared at him until his eyes met hers, then she turned around and stood in front of Rebecca, blocking his view. I want this girl to be mine and no one else’s, Melissa thought.
“You look beautiful tonight,” Melissa said. Rebecca smiled her sweet smile, the same one she gave Melissa after their kiss. Melissa liked that she made her smile like that. She could feel herself falling for this girl. She didn’t think she could hold back much longer.
“So how did you like our first kiss last week?” Melissa kicked herself for blurting out the question. That wasn’t too smooth, she thought.
“Umm, I liked it.” Rebecca blushed, and Melissa wanted to throw her arms around her and kiss her rosy cheeks, and then her lips again, for the second time.
“I did too,” Melissa said. “But I wasn’t expecting to get a kiss from you so soon.”
“So soon? What do you mean?”
“Well you told me on our first date that you like to take things very, very slowly,” Melissa said.
Rebecca burst into giggles. “I meant that I like to take sex very slowly, like with foreplay and touching and kissing. I didn’t mean that I always like to wait a long time before getting physical.” Then, feigning exasperation: “Is that why you never made a move on those first three dates?”
Melissa could only smile. She felt embarrassed. She had always thought of herself as an aggressive woman, but here she was in the early stages of her relationship with Rebecca, not making moves, awkwardly waiting for signals. She never behaved this way around the other girls she dated. She never hesitated to get a girl’s panties off, or at least try to. Why did she feel timid around Rebecca? She decided enough was enough.
“Let’s go to your place,” she said.
Rebecca gave a sly smile. “Why?”
“You know why,” said Melissa.
“What about dinner?”
“I’m not hungry for food. I want you instead. Let’s go.” Melissa grabbed Rebecca’s hand and led her out of the restaurant.
As soon as they were inside Rebecca’s apartment Melissa pushed her against the wall of her entrance hallway and kissed her, deeply and passionately. She slid off Rebecca’s coat and threw it down the hall, then let her hands run roughshod over Rebecca’s body, feeling her hips, her shoulders, her thighs, her ass. Then with her fingers she pulled the straps of Rebecca’s little black dress over her shoulders, and the dress fell around Rebecca’s ankle-length boots. While kissing her neck and shoulders, Melissa reached down beneath Rebecca’s panties. She squealed in delight. Feeling Rebecca’s wetness for the first time drove Melissa even crazier. She wanted Rebecca so badly, to feel every part of her, to be inside her. She picked Rebecca up and Rebecca threw her legs around Melissa’s slender but muscular waist. Melissa began to carry her to the bedroom.
“Now I’m going to go slow,” Melissa said.
“Oh?”
“You like to take things slowly, so I’m going to take things very slowly with you. I want to make you feel more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.” In response, Rebecca let out a purr of satisfaction.
While laying Rebecca down on her bed, Melissa took off her panties. She then stood above Rebecca and began to undress. Rebecca watched her, her chest heaving. Melissa first took off her leather jacket. Then she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing what was underneath bit by bit. She then took off her jeans and panties, then untied her pony tail so that her long dark hair fell around her bare shoulders.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Rebecca said.
Melissa crawled on to the bed and on top of Rebecca. “The things I’m going to do to you.” Her words made Rebecca gasp.
“Do everything to me,” Rebecca said. “I want you to do everything to me.”
They kissed again passionately. Then Melissa began to kiss and lick and every inch of Rebecca’s body, working her way slowly around those curves Melissa had been dying to see unclothed. She raised Rebecca’s long legs into the air and kissed her way down each one, along Rebecca’s inner thighs, but avoiding Rebecca’s pussy each time. “You’re teasing me,” Rebecca said.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to spend a long time down there,” Melissa said. Then she lowered her face down to Rebecca’s pussy and gently blew on it. Rebecca squirmed slightly and took in a deep breath, holding it while Melissa continued to tease Rebecca’s pussy. Finally, Melissa let her tongue touch the lips of Rebecca’s pussy, and Rebecca suddenly let out all the breath she was holding in. “Oh, fuck,” she said. She started moaning louder and louder as Melissa ate her pussy, her tongue going deeper and deeper inside her.
After several minutes of intense pussy licking, Rebecca could barely take it any longer. She squirmed violently, pulling at the sheets on her bed and grabbing at whatever she could grab on to. But just as she was about to cum Melissa pulled away. “I’m not letting you get off that easy,” Melissa said.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” said Rebecca under her breath. Melissa laid down next to her and said, “I want you to rub that pussy all over my body.”
Rebecca got on top of Melissa and began rubbing her pussy against Melissa’s stomach and breasts. Melissa’s body glistened with the wetness of Rebecca’s pussy. Rebecca worked her way down to Melissa’s thighs, and then began inching up towards Melissa’s pussy. When their pussies finally rubbed against each other each woman let out a deep moan. They began grinding their pussies together, slowly at first, but becoming increasingly more forceful. Melissa grabbed Rebecca’s ass and pulled her harder into her pussy. The friction between their pussy lips made each woman scream in pleasure, until they came loudly against each other, their pussies throbbing from the pressure.
Rebecca collapsed on top of Melissa. They kissed. Then Melissa, her hands still on Rebecca’s ass, pulled Rebecca’s hips toward her face. Rebecca straddled Melissa’s face, and Melissa plunged her tongue deep into Rebecca’s pussy. Rebecca shut her eyes and threw her head back. The feeling of Melissa’s tongue inside her was so intense that she couldn’t even let out a sound. She began to move her hips in rhythm with the stroking of Melissa’s tongue. When she finally came her whole body quivered for a full minute. Melissa sat up and whispered into her ear: “Now I’m going to take things even slower.” Rebecca smiled her sweet smile...
That was exactly one week ago, and despite Rebecca being on her mind almost constantly since then, Melissa resisted every urge to call or email her. She didn’t want to rush things, or seem too eager. And she definitely didn’t want to give Rebecca the impression that she wanted a booty call.
But that didn’t stop Melissa from harboring very sexual thoughts about Rebecca. She had been able to keep such thoughts at bay so far, and besides, she was honestly enjoying just getting to know Rebecca, talking to her about anything and everything under the sun except sex. But that kiss opened the floodgates, and there was now a steady stream of less than innocent imaginings running across Melissa’s mind. She thought about pulling Rebecca’s jeans off and seeing what that perfect ass looked like in the flesh. She imagined her and Rebecca in all number of places and positions. She thought about how the two of them would look together naked, the contrast of Melissa’s olive skin against Rebecca’s paler complexion.
And now, on their fourth date together, Melissa’s sexual imagination was running like an unstoppable freight train. Every second brought an urge to grab Rebecca and kiss her deeply on the mouth. Stay calm, Melissa told herself. Don’t rush it.
They were at an Italian restaurant in Rebecca’s neighborhood, standing by the bar as they waited to be seated. Rebecca was wearing an elegant winter coat, which was unbuttoned so that Melissa could see that she had a little black dress on underneath. She stole glances up and down Rebecca’s creamy and smooth legs that ended in an adorable pair of ankle-high boots. She also noticed a guy at the bar checking Rebecca out. He looked like the type of guy who would be an investment banker, some highly-educated asshole who thinks he can have whatever he wants. She suspected he was probably even a fratboy in school. She glared at him until his eyes met hers, then she turned around and stood in front of Rebecca, blocking his view. I want this girl to be mine and no one else’s, Melissa thought.
“You look beautiful tonight,” Melissa said. Rebecca smiled her sweet smile, the same one she gave Melissa after their kiss. Melissa liked that she made her smile like that. She could feel herself falling for this girl. She didn’t think she could hold back much longer.
“So how did you like our first kiss last week?” Melissa kicked herself for blurting out the question. That wasn’t too smooth, she thought.
“Umm, I liked it.” Rebecca blushed, and Melissa wanted to throw her arms around her and kiss her rosy cheeks, and then her lips again, for the second time.
“I did too,” Melissa said. “But I wasn’t expecting to get a kiss from you so soon.”
“So soon? What do you mean?”
“Well you told me on our first date that you like to take things very, very slowly,” Melissa said.
Rebecca burst into giggles. “I meant that I like to take sex very slowly, like with foreplay and touching and kissing. I didn’t mean that I always like to wait a long time before getting physical.” Then, feigning exasperation: “Is that why you never made a move on those first three dates?”
Melissa could only smile. She felt embarrassed. She had always thought of herself as an aggressive woman, but here she was in the early stages of her relationship with Rebecca, not making moves, awkwardly waiting for signals. She never behaved this way around the other girls she dated. She never hesitated to get a girl’s panties off, or at least try to. Why did she feel timid around Rebecca? She decided enough was enough.
“Let’s go to your place,” she said.
Rebecca gave a sly smile. “Why?”
“You know why,” said Melissa.
“What about dinner?”
“I’m not hungry for food. I want you instead. Let’s go.” Melissa grabbed Rebecca’s hand and led her out of the restaurant.
As soon as they were inside Rebecca’s apartment Melissa pushed her against the wall of her entrance hallway and kissed her, deeply and passionately. She slid off Rebecca’s coat and threw it down the hall, then let her hands run roughshod over Rebecca’s body, feeling her hips, her shoulders, her thighs, her ass. Then with her fingers she pulled the straps of Rebecca’s little black dress over her shoulders, and the dress fell around Rebecca’s ankle-length boots. While kissing her neck and shoulders, Melissa reached down beneath Rebecca’s panties. She squealed in delight. Feeling Rebecca’s wetness for the first time drove Melissa even crazier. She wanted Rebecca so badly, to feel every part of her, to be inside her. She picked Rebecca up and Rebecca threw her legs around Melissa’s slender but muscular waist. Melissa began to carry her to the bedroom.
“Now I’m going to go slow,” Melissa said.
“Oh?”
“You like to take things slowly, so I’m going to take things very slowly with you. I want to make you feel more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.” In response, Rebecca let out a purr of satisfaction.
While laying Rebecca down on her bed, Melissa took off her panties. She then stood above Rebecca and began to undress. Rebecca watched her, her chest heaving. Melissa first took off her leather jacket. Then she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing what was underneath bit by bit. She then took off her jeans and panties, then untied her pony tail so that her long dark hair fell around her bare shoulders.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” Rebecca said.
Melissa crawled on to the bed and on top of Rebecca. “The things I’m going to do to you.” Her words made Rebecca gasp.
“Do everything to me,” Rebecca said. “I want you to do everything to me.”
They kissed again passionately. Then Melissa began to kiss and lick and every inch of Rebecca’s body, working her way slowly around those curves Melissa had been dying to see unclothed. She raised Rebecca’s long legs into the air and kissed her way down each one, along Rebecca’s inner thighs, but avoiding Rebecca’s pussy each time. “You’re teasing me,” Rebecca said.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to spend a long time down there,” Melissa said. Then she lowered her face down to Rebecca’s pussy and gently blew on it. Rebecca squirmed slightly and took in a deep breath, holding it while Melissa continued to tease Rebecca’s pussy. Finally, Melissa let her tongue touch the lips of Rebecca’s pussy, and Rebecca suddenly let out all the breath she was holding in. “Oh, fuck,” she said. She started moaning louder and louder as Melissa ate her pussy, her tongue going deeper and deeper inside her.
After several minutes of intense pussy licking, Rebecca could barely take it any longer. She squirmed violently, pulling at the sheets on her bed and grabbing at whatever she could grab on to. But just as she was about to cum Melissa pulled away. “I’m not letting you get off that easy,” Melissa said.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” said Rebecca under her breath. Melissa laid down next to her and said, “I want you to rub that pussy all over my body.”
Rebecca got on top of Melissa and began rubbing her pussy against Melissa’s stomach and breasts. Melissa’s body glistened with the wetness of Rebecca’s pussy. Rebecca worked her way down to Melissa’s thighs, and then began inching up towards Melissa’s pussy. When their pussies finally rubbed against each other each woman let out a deep moan. They began grinding their pussies together, slowly at first, but becoming increasingly more forceful. Melissa grabbed Rebecca’s ass and pulled her harder into her pussy. The friction between their pussy lips made each woman scream in pleasure, until they came loudly against each other, their pussies throbbing from the pressure.
Rebecca collapsed on top of Melissa. They kissed. Then Melissa, her hands still on Rebecca’s ass, pulled Rebecca’s hips toward her face. Rebecca straddled Melissa’s face, and Melissa plunged her tongue deep into Rebecca’s pussy. Rebecca shut her eyes and threw her head back. The feeling of Melissa’s tongue inside her was so intense that she couldn’t even let out a sound. She began to move her hips in rhythm with the stroking of Melissa’s tongue. When she finally came her whole body quivered for a full minute. Melissa sat up and whispered into her ear: “Now I’m going to take things even slower.” Rebecca smiled her sweet smile...
Lauren's First Lover
Lauren had just completed her freshman year in college and was spending the summer in her small, boring hometown. She felt weird being in a place she no longer felt much connection to. Most of her high school friends had chosen to remain at their respective college campuses, or they had found internships elsewhere. Even though she only graduated a year ago, Lauren's high school days felt long behind her. Her thoughts were now mostly preoccupied with her new life in college. So it was quite a surprise when Lauren received an email out of the blue from Ms. Tierney, her old English teacher.
“Dear Lauren,” the email had said. “How are things in college? I hope they had you read a lot of interesting and thought-provoking things. And I hope you’ve continued your writing, you were one of my best English students and I think you could be a really great writer if you want to be. Please let me know how you are doing, I love to hear from my star students!”
Lauren wrote back that her first year had been great, but now that she was back home for the summer she worried that she was losing all the intellectual stimulation she received from her classes. “But I’m trying to read through some books of poetry and a few novels,” she wrote. “And I’m trying to do some writing too. I still love to write.”
The next morning Lauren received a new message from Ms. Tierney: “I’m so glad you’re still writing! I’d love to hear about what you’re working on, or even read it myself. Since you’re home for the summer maybe you can show me what you have and I can give you comments and suggestions. Feel free to give me a call when you have something you feel comfortable sharing.” Ms. Tierney signed the email with her first name, Shannon, and included her phone number underneath.
Lauren had little intention of getting in touch with Ms. Tierney again, but a few days later, after a long writing session that Lauren felt particularly proud of, she felt the urge to share what she had written. Her parents were still at work, and she knew her younger brother couldn’t be distracted from his video games. So she called Ms. Tierney.
“Lauren, it’s so great to hear from you!” Ms. Tierney said. She sounded genuinely excited, which made Lauren feel excited to share her writing with her.
“I was just working on a short story about two twin sisters who grew up separated but discover they can hear each other psychically.” Lauren immediately felt bashful after telling her story idea, she wasn’t usually one to put herself out there like that, but Ms. Tierney found the idea interesting.
“If you’re not busy this afternoon, why don’t you come by my place. I’ll read what you’ve written so far.” Lauren said that she wasn’t busy, and she took down Ms. Tierney’s address.
An hour later, Lauren arrived at Ms. Tierney’s house. It was a modest, one-story home on the outskirts of town. When Ms. Tierney opened the front door, Lauren almost didn’t recognize her. Ms. Tierney was wearing an old pair of jeans that were torn at the knees and that had a few rips at the thighs. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a white sweatshirt that was maybe a size too big. Lauren had never seen Ms. Tierney dressed so casually. In school, she was always smartly dressed, often wearing pencil skirts and leggings, with her hair and makeup always done up. Even though Lauren and her classmates had estimated Ms. Tierney to only be in her early thirties, her classroom demeanor made her seem older, more sophisticated. As a teacher she was slightly intimidating, but here, in her own home, Ms. Tierney seemed like a friend, someone Lauren could hang out with.
Ms. Tierney led Lauren to the sunroom at the back of her house. Lauren noticed a few books and legal pads scattered on the table. “I’ve been doing some writing of my own,” Ms. Tierney said.
“Cool,” said Lauren.
After some small talk Lauren pulled her writing from her purse and handed it to Ms. Tierney, who fell silent while she began to read Lauren’s story. As Ms. Tierney looked intently at the papers in her hands, Lauren couldn’t help looking over Ms. Tierney again. She noticed the milky white skin of her thighs peeking out beneath the rips in her jeans. She noticed the rise and fall of Ms. Tierney’s breasts underneath her sweatshirt as she breathed. She remembered how the boys in her class would giggle to each other and make sexual remarks about Ms. Tierney, all the things they would love to do to her. She knew those boys would be envious of her now, sitting there alone with their old English teacher. It made her nervous and anxious to watch Ms. Tierney read her writing with such intensity. A bang of Ms. Tierney’s hair had come loose from her ponytail and fallen over her face. Ms. Tierney seemed oblivious to it, and Lauren had the sudden urge to brush the hair away to make it easier for her to read, but she resisted.
After what seemed like a long time of sitting in silence, Ms. Tierney looked up and gave Lauren a wide smile. “This is really good,” she said. “I think your main characters, the two sisters, are pretty compelling. I’m excited to see what direction you take the story in, you could even expand it into a novel if you wanted to, or a series of short stories.”
“I might do that,” Lauren said. “I have lots of ideas for the characters.”
“I like the psychic bond. It seems fitting. I kind of think women have that in general, not just sisters, and not like you have it in the story of course where it’s like almost a magical power. Women just have a bond like that.” Ms. Tierney seemed to be unable to find the right words to express what she meant.
“How so?” Lauren was curious.
“I mean, I think women can just sense things about each other. That’s why it’s so easy to share things with each other, be open with each other. Something like that.” Ms. Tierney’s and Lauren’s eyes met, and lingered, for a few moments. Then Ms. Tierney shook her head, as if she were shaking a thought away. “Anyways,” she said. “I told some friends I would meet them for dinner. Keep writing, I want to read more soon, ok?”
“Ok,” Lauren said absent-mindedly. Her mind was still on the look that just passed between her and Ms. Tierney. A weird feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. Her skin felt tingly. At the front door, Ms. Tierney gave Lauren a quick and awkward hug and their cheeks lightly brushed against each other. The tingly feeling stayed with Lauren all the way home.
A couple days later Lauren returned to Ms. Tierney’s house with new pages from her story. After she parked in the driveway, she sent a text to her mother saying that she might stay the night at her friend Stacy’s. It was a lie, and Lauren wasn’t sure why she sent the text, but she felt she had to. Just in case, she told herself.
Ms. Tierney again led Lauren to the sunroom, where they sat next to each other on the couch. Ms. Tierney was wearing the same pair of ripped jeans, but this time instead of the loose sweatshirt she wore a tight-fitting black tank top. The top was low-cut, revealing more of Ms. Tierney’s breasts than Lauren had ever seen before. Lauren herself was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, cut-off more than her father liked, and she had spent some extra time on her hair. For some reason Lauren wanted to look good for Ms. Tierney, she wanted to impress her.
“How about this time, you just read to me what you’ve written,” Ms. Tierney said. Lauren began reading, and as Ms. Tierney listened her head inclined towards Lauren, as if she were looking over Lauren’s shoulder, reading along with her. Out of the corner of her eye, Lauren could see Ms. Tierney’s breasts almost touching her arm.
When she finished reading, Lauren looked to Ms. Tierney for her reaction. Ms. Tierney was already staring at her. “That was excellent,” she said. “The story is really coming along.”
“I wish I had more to read to you,” Lauren said, unable to stop staring into Ms. Tierney’s large, brown eyes.
“That’s all right,” Ms. Tierney said. Lauren felt Ms. Tierney’s hand move to her thigh. Her breath quickened, her lips parted. Ms. Tierney’s lips met hers, and suddenly Lauren felt like the room was spinning and like she was lifting into the air. She didn’t want Ms. Tierney to pull her lips away. She wanted to keep feeling this way. Ms. Tierney pulled Lauren’s body towards her so that Lauren straddled her in her lap. She pulled off Lauren’s top and bra and fondled her petite breasts. Lauren did the same to Ms. Tierney. They continued making out for over an hour, until it was dark outside and all they could hear was the sound of the crickets and their own kissing.
Eventually Ms. Tierney led Lauren by the hand to her bedroom. Ms. Tierney gently pushed Lauren onto the bed and pulled off her cut-offs, and then her panties. Lauren lay naked in front of Ms. Tierney, but she didn’t feel vulnerable at all. Instead, her heart raced with expectation. She watched Ms. Tierney pull down her own jeans and panties and saw her full nakedness, the curve of her hips, her shaven pussy. Ms. Tierney crawled on to the bed on top of Lauren and they kissed, passionately, deeply, the full length of their naked bodies pressed against each other. Ms. Tierney began to kiss Lauren’s neck down to her collarbone, and then to her nipples, which were harder than they ever had been before. Ms. Tierney took turns taking each of them in her mouth. Lauren closed her eyes and felt the sensation of Ms. Tierney’s lips on her body, her breasts lightly brushing against her stomach, her hair falling about her body.
Ms. Tierney kissed down her stomach, down her navel, and Lauren swelled with anticipation. She had no idea what to expect, no idea what it would feel like to have Ms. Tierneys face between her legs. When Ms. Tierney finally kissed Lauren’s pussy, Lauren gasped and arched her back. She had never felt anything like it. Ms. Tierney continued kissing and licking and sucking, and Lauren’s gasps turned into moans, the moans growing louder and louder. Lauren’s body began to shiver and shake uncontrollably, until she suddenly lost all control of her body, lost all sense of time and place. Lauren exploded in pure pleasure, the first orgasm of her life. Ms. Tierney’s face remained buried in Lauren’s pussy, as if the first orgasm was only a prelude of more to come, and Lauren did indeed cum over and over that night.
For the rest of the summer Lauren spent many days and nights with Ms. Tierney, or Shannon as she had grown accustomed to calling her. They would often sit in Ms. Tierney’s sun room, reading classic works of literature to each other and reciting poetry. Eventually Lauren would find herself straddling Ms. Tierney on the sofa as they would make out, Lauren’s petite and firm breasts pressed against the larger ones of Ms. Tierney.
Lauren often brought her writing to read to Ms. Tierney, and sometimes Ms. Tierney would playfully undress Lauren and tease her body while she read. It was a turn-on for Ms. Tierney to listen to Lauren’s sweet voice reading while she went down on her. Lauren tried to oblige the best she could, but after several minutes of Ms. Tierney’s tongue on her pussy she could no longer focus on the words on the paper. Ms. Tierney would return the favor by reading to Lauren as she took Ms. Tierney’s ample breasts into her mouth. Lauren sucked on those breasts as if she could drink from them, and then once she had her fill, she would lower herself down to Ms. Tierney’s dripping pussy, and drink for real.
Lauren wished she could spend all her days with Ms. Tierney, although she knew at some point summer would end. She had never known someone so intimately; she felt she knew Ms. Tierney’s body as well as her own. And she reveled in the feeling of giving her body and mind over completely to her lover.
On their last night together before Lauren was to return to school, their lovemaking was bittersweet. This time there was no literary foreplay. As soon as they entered Ms. Tierney’s home they embraced desperately, knowing this was their last night together for a long time. No books were opened, no words written by authors long since dead were spoken. The only poetry recited was the poetry of their sighs and gasps and moans of pleasure, of their sweet nothings whispered in each other’s ears, of their screaming each other’s names in moments of pure ecstasy. They devoured each other all night long, and finally, just as morning began and they lay exhausted in each other’s arms, Ms. Tierney, stroking Lauren’s hair and holding her close to her chest asked, "Will you write me every day?"
Lauren looked up into her former teacher’s eyes. The first rays of sunlight streamed through the bedroom window and shone on her golden hair and face, making her blue eyes even more brilliant. She tenderly said: "I will write you every day."
“Dear Lauren,” the email had said. “How are things in college? I hope they had you read a lot of interesting and thought-provoking things. And I hope you’ve continued your writing, you were one of my best English students and I think you could be a really great writer if you want to be. Please let me know how you are doing, I love to hear from my star students!”
Lauren wrote back that her first year had been great, but now that she was back home for the summer she worried that she was losing all the intellectual stimulation she received from her classes. “But I’m trying to read through some books of poetry and a few novels,” she wrote. “And I’m trying to do some writing too. I still love to write.”
The next morning Lauren received a new message from Ms. Tierney: “I’m so glad you’re still writing! I’d love to hear about what you’re working on, or even read it myself. Since you’re home for the summer maybe you can show me what you have and I can give you comments and suggestions. Feel free to give me a call when you have something you feel comfortable sharing.” Ms. Tierney signed the email with her first name, Shannon, and included her phone number underneath.
Lauren had little intention of getting in touch with Ms. Tierney again, but a few days later, after a long writing session that Lauren felt particularly proud of, she felt the urge to share what she had written. Her parents were still at work, and she knew her younger brother couldn’t be distracted from his video games. So she called Ms. Tierney.
“Lauren, it’s so great to hear from you!” Ms. Tierney said. She sounded genuinely excited, which made Lauren feel excited to share her writing with her.
“I was just working on a short story about two twin sisters who grew up separated but discover they can hear each other psychically.” Lauren immediately felt bashful after telling her story idea, she wasn’t usually one to put herself out there like that, but Ms. Tierney found the idea interesting.
“If you’re not busy this afternoon, why don’t you come by my place. I’ll read what you’ve written so far.” Lauren said that she wasn’t busy, and she took down Ms. Tierney’s address.
An hour later, Lauren arrived at Ms. Tierney’s house. It was a modest, one-story home on the outskirts of town. When Ms. Tierney opened the front door, Lauren almost didn’t recognize her. Ms. Tierney was wearing an old pair of jeans that were torn at the knees and that had a few rips at the thighs. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a white sweatshirt that was maybe a size too big. Lauren had never seen Ms. Tierney dressed so casually. In school, she was always smartly dressed, often wearing pencil skirts and leggings, with her hair and makeup always done up. Even though Lauren and her classmates had estimated Ms. Tierney to only be in her early thirties, her classroom demeanor made her seem older, more sophisticated. As a teacher she was slightly intimidating, but here, in her own home, Ms. Tierney seemed like a friend, someone Lauren could hang out with.
Ms. Tierney led Lauren to the sunroom at the back of her house. Lauren noticed a few books and legal pads scattered on the table. “I’ve been doing some writing of my own,” Ms. Tierney said.
“Cool,” said Lauren.
After some small talk Lauren pulled her writing from her purse and handed it to Ms. Tierney, who fell silent while she began to read Lauren’s story. As Ms. Tierney looked intently at the papers in her hands, Lauren couldn’t help looking over Ms. Tierney again. She noticed the milky white skin of her thighs peeking out beneath the rips in her jeans. She noticed the rise and fall of Ms. Tierney’s breasts underneath her sweatshirt as she breathed. She remembered how the boys in her class would giggle to each other and make sexual remarks about Ms. Tierney, all the things they would love to do to her. She knew those boys would be envious of her now, sitting there alone with their old English teacher. It made her nervous and anxious to watch Ms. Tierney read her writing with such intensity. A bang of Ms. Tierney’s hair had come loose from her ponytail and fallen over her face. Ms. Tierney seemed oblivious to it, and Lauren had the sudden urge to brush the hair away to make it easier for her to read, but she resisted.
After what seemed like a long time of sitting in silence, Ms. Tierney looked up and gave Lauren a wide smile. “This is really good,” she said. “I think your main characters, the two sisters, are pretty compelling. I’m excited to see what direction you take the story in, you could even expand it into a novel if you wanted to, or a series of short stories.”
“I might do that,” Lauren said. “I have lots of ideas for the characters.”
“I like the psychic bond. It seems fitting. I kind of think women have that in general, not just sisters, and not like you have it in the story of course where it’s like almost a magical power. Women just have a bond like that.” Ms. Tierney seemed to be unable to find the right words to express what she meant.
“How so?” Lauren was curious.
“I mean, I think women can just sense things about each other. That’s why it’s so easy to share things with each other, be open with each other. Something like that.” Ms. Tierney’s and Lauren’s eyes met, and lingered, for a few moments. Then Ms. Tierney shook her head, as if she were shaking a thought away. “Anyways,” she said. “I told some friends I would meet them for dinner. Keep writing, I want to read more soon, ok?”
“Ok,” Lauren said absent-mindedly. Her mind was still on the look that just passed between her and Ms. Tierney. A weird feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. Her skin felt tingly. At the front door, Ms. Tierney gave Lauren a quick and awkward hug and their cheeks lightly brushed against each other. The tingly feeling stayed with Lauren all the way home.
A couple days later Lauren returned to Ms. Tierney’s house with new pages from her story. After she parked in the driveway, she sent a text to her mother saying that she might stay the night at her friend Stacy’s. It was a lie, and Lauren wasn’t sure why she sent the text, but she felt she had to. Just in case, she told herself.
Ms. Tierney again led Lauren to the sunroom, where they sat next to each other on the couch. Ms. Tierney was wearing the same pair of ripped jeans, but this time instead of the loose sweatshirt she wore a tight-fitting black tank top. The top was low-cut, revealing more of Ms. Tierney’s breasts than Lauren had ever seen before. Lauren herself was wearing a pair of cut-off jeans, cut-off more than her father liked, and she had spent some extra time on her hair. For some reason Lauren wanted to look good for Ms. Tierney, she wanted to impress her.
“How about this time, you just read to me what you’ve written,” Ms. Tierney said. Lauren began reading, and as Ms. Tierney listened her head inclined towards Lauren, as if she were looking over Lauren’s shoulder, reading along with her. Out of the corner of her eye, Lauren could see Ms. Tierney’s breasts almost touching her arm.
When she finished reading, Lauren looked to Ms. Tierney for her reaction. Ms. Tierney was already staring at her. “That was excellent,” she said. “The story is really coming along.”
“I wish I had more to read to you,” Lauren said, unable to stop staring into Ms. Tierney’s large, brown eyes.
“That’s all right,” Ms. Tierney said. Lauren felt Ms. Tierney’s hand move to her thigh. Her breath quickened, her lips parted. Ms. Tierney’s lips met hers, and suddenly Lauren felt like the room was spinning and like she was lifting into the air. She didn’t want Ms. Tierney to pull her lips away. She wanted to keep feeling this way. Ms. Tierney pulled Lauren’s body towards her so that Lauren straddled her in her lap. She pulled off Lauren’s top and bra and fondled her petite breasts. Lauren did the same to Ms. Tierney. They continued making out for over an hour, until it was dark outside and all they could hear was the sound of the crickets and their own kissing.
Eventually Ms. Tierney led Lauren by the hand to her bedroom. Ms. Tierney gently pushed Lauren onto the bed and pulled off her cut-offs, and then her panties. Lauren lay naked in front of Ms. Tierney, but she didn’t feel vulnerable at all. Instead, her heart raced with expectation. She watched Ms. Tierney pull down her own jeans and panties and saw her full nakedness, the curve of her hips, her shaven pussy. Ms. Tierney crawled on to the bed on top of Lauren and they kissed, passionately, deeply, the full length of their naked bodies pressed against each other. Ms. Tierney began to kiss Lauren’s neck down to her collarbone, and then to her nipples, which were harder than they ever had been before. Ms. Tierney took turns taking each of them in her mouth. Lauren closed her eyes and felt the sensation of Ms. Tierney’s lips on her body, her breasts lightly brushing against her stomach, her hair falling about her body.
Ms. Tierney kissed down her stomach, down her navel, and Lauren swelled with anticipation. She had no idea what to expect, no idea what it would feel like to have Ms. Tierneys face between her legs. When Ms. Tierney finally kissed Lauren’s pussy, Lauren gasped and arched her back. She had never felt anything like it. Ms. Tierney continued kissing and licking and sucking, and Lauren’s gasps turned into moans, the moans growing louder and louder. Lauren’s body began to shiver and shake uncontrollably, until she suddenly lost all control of her body, lost all sense of time and place. Lauren exploded in pure pleasure, the first orgasm of her life. Ms. Tierney’s face remained buried in Lauren’s pussy, as if the first orgasm was only a prelude of more to come, and Lauren did indeed cum over and over that night.
For the rest of the summer Lauren spent many days and nights with Ms. Tierney, or Shannon as she had grown accustomed to calling her. They would often sit in Ms. Tierney’s sun room, reading classic works of literature to each other and reciting poetry. Eventually Lauren would find herself straddling Ms. Tierney on the sofa as they would make out, Lauren’s petite and firm breasts pressed against the larger ones of Ms. Tierney.
Lauren often brought her writing to read to Ms. Tierney, and sometimes Ms. Tierney would playfully undress Lauren and tease her body while she read. It was a turn-on for Ms. Tierney to listen to Lauren’s sweet voice reading while she went down on her. Lauren tried to oblige the best she could, but after several minutes of Ms. Tierney’s tongue on her pussy she could no longer focus on the words on the paper. Ms. Tierney would return the favor by reading to Lauren as she took Ms. Tierney’s ample breasts into her mouth. Lauren sucked on those breasts as if she could drink from them, and then once she had her fill, she would lower herself down to Ms. Tierney’s dripping pussy, and drink for real.
Lauren wished she could spend all her days with Ms. Tierney, although she knew at some point summer would end. She had never known someone so intimately; she felt she knew Ms. Tierney’s body as well as her own. And she reveled in the feeling of giving her body and mind over completely to her lover.
On their last night together before Lauren was to return to school, their lovemaking was bittersweet. This time there was no literary foreplay. As soon as they entered Ms. Tierney’s home they embraced desperately, knowing this was their last night together for a long time. No books were opened, no words written by authors long since dead were spoken. The only poetry recited was the poetry of their sighs and gasps and moans of pleasure, of their sweet nothings whispered in each other’s ears, of their screaming each other’s names in moments of pure ecstasy. They devoured each other all night long, and finally, just as morning began and they lay exhausted in each other’s arms, Ms. Tierney, stroking Lauren’s hair and holding her close to her chest asked, "Will you write me every day?"
Lauren looked up into her former teacher’s eyes. The first rays of sunlight streamed through the bedroom window and shone on her golden hair and face, making her blue eyes even more brilliant. She tenderly said: "I will write you every day."
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