Karen stepped boldly up to the door of Linda Wells' office in the English Building and knocked. She wasn't at all sure of what she would say to Mrs. Wells, but she knew that she had to speak with her. As she knocked, she glanced quickly down at herself to be sure that she looked all right. She was wearing the same clothes that she had worn last night – tight red sweater and short black skirt. Like last night, she was braless. Her encounter with Henry Wells had given her a whole new outlook on life, and in particular, on sex.
But she was still confused and unsure of how she should handle the situation. Last night she had gotten home only a short time before Jay, and she had pretended to be asleep when he arrived so that she wouldn't have to face him. When he left for school this morning she had also pretended to be sleeping. The fact was, however, that she had gotten very little sleep, if any at all. She didn't see how she could let Jay know that she knew about him and Linda Wells, without letting on that she had been at the Wells' house last night. And then he would certainly want to know what she was doing there, and why she hadn't confronted him immediately.
On the other hand, she couldn't allow the situation to continue. She was sure that Jay would continue to see Linda Wells unless she could find some way to put a stop to it. And although she felt completely justified in what she had done last night, she didn't feel that she ever wanted Jay to know about it. Maybe if she spoke to Linda Wells, woman to woman, she could work it out. She knocked again on the door.
When the door opened suddenly, Karen was so startled that she jumped. Linda Wells stepped out and smiled quickly at Karen. "Why good morning, Karen," she said.
"Hello, Mrs. Wells," Karen said, a serious expression on her face. "There is something I have to talk to you about."
"Well, come on in, then," Linda said cordially. "I have to step down the hall for a moment, but you can wait for me inside. I'll be right back." She ushered Karen into her office and then left, closing the door behind her. The whole thing happened so fast that Karen hardly realized what was happening until she found herself alone in Linda Wells' office. In a way she was glad that Linda had stepped out. It gave her a bit of a reprieve, because, for the life of her, she didn't have any idea of what she was going to say. She didn't even know how to bring the matter up. She knew only that she had to tell Linda that she knew about her and Jay, and that she had to tell Linda about herself and Henry.
She stood in the middle of the room for a moment, looking around. The office was small – just barely big enough to accommodate Linda's desk, swivel chair, and the leather couch which was placed directly next to the desk. Karen sat nervously at the edge of the leather couch, but the action brought the hem of her short skirt high up her thighs. She tugged at the skirt, trying to pull it down to a more respectable level, but it was hopeless. Finally, she stood up again and walked around the room, trying to compose her thoughts. She glanced at the top of Mrs. Wells' desk and noticed a paperback book half hidden by a stack of papers. Curious about what English teachers read in their spare time, she bent over to have a look at the book. The title was Prisoners of Lesbos, and on the cover, in big black letters, were the words: "For Sale to Adults Only". Unable to resist her curiosity, Karen picked up the book and examined it more closely. On the cover was a picture of two women standing arm in arm. The photo was taken from the rear, and both women appeared to be nude. The title of the book was printed across their asses.
Karen had never heard of the book, but it didn't look like the kind of book that a college English teacher would be reading. She thumbed it open and her jaw dropped in shock at what she saw on the inside. There was a photograph of four women. They were all naked. One of the women was lying on her back on a bed. Her legs were spread wide open. The picture was in color, and Karen could see the bright-red hue of the flesh inside her pussy. The lips were gaping open and one of the other women had her face buried in the hairy snatch. Although Karen could see only the back of her head, it was obvious that she was licking the other woman's pussy. Each of the other women in the picture was sucking on one of the tits of the woman who was lying on her back.
Karen couldn't believe her eyes. There seemed to be other photographs in the book, but she just couldn't take her eyes off that one. The woman who was lying on the bed had a look of rapture on her face. For a moment, Karen's imagination ran wild. Last night it had felt wonderful to have Henry lick her pussy, and she couldn't help wonder how much better it would feel to have her tits both being sucked at the same time as her pussy was being licked. The thought of it set the juices to flowing in her tight little cunt. She felt her nipples growing hard and straining against the material of her sweater.
But to be licked that way by another woman. The thought somehow intrigued her strangely. A woman was soft where a man was hard. She wondered how it would feel to have a woman stroking her and kissing her the way the woman in the picture was being kissed. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to conceive of how it would feel. She thought about having a woman hold her big tits and, almost involuntarily, her own hands moved along her sides and across the front of her sweater to stroke her own boobs. How would it feel to do that to another woman's tits, and to have another woman do it to her? Her nipples pressed through her sweater at the stroking palms of her hands. She pinched them gently through the cloth, and rolled them in her fingers. It felt wonderful.
Her pussy was on fire and she found herself rubbing her groin against the corner of Linda Wells' desk as she played with her tits. She slipped one hand inside her sweater and stroked the bare flesh of her tit with one hand while she continued to press her pussy hard against the pointy corner of the desk. She opened her eyes again and looked down at the book which lay open on the desk top. The pages had turned, and she found herself looking at another picture. It showed two women standing nude and facing each other. One of them had black hair and the most gigantic tits that Karen had ever seen. The other woman's tits were small and pointy. The two women were holding each other's tits. They both wore smiles and expressions of extreme pleasure. The sight made Karen's cunt even wetter.
She felt hot all over. Her hands moved back and forth across her tits, one hand slipping inside her sweater occasionally to tweak her hardened nipples.
She was so lost in the delightful sensations that were spreading throughout her body, that she didn't hear Linda Wells reenter the room. Linda, seeing that Karen had found her book and had gotten carried away in it, stepped quietly up behind Karen. She reached around Karen and put her own hands over Karen's, moving them around over Karen's tits. She placed her lips to Karen's ear.
"Sometimes a woman can be even a better sex partner than a man," she whispered. "Have you ever been made love to by another woman?"
Karen felt as though everything that was happening to her was happening in a dream. She hadn't heard Linda come in, and now suddenly it seemed as though she had been there all along. She completely forgot what she had come to speak to Linda about. Her desire-filled cunt was doing all her thinking, having taken over for her numbed brain.
"Never," she answered. "I never even thought about it." Then she added suggestively, "Until now, that is."
Linda's fingers were already unbuttoning the buttons of Karen's red sweater. When they were all undone, she turned Karen slowly to face her. Then, pulling the front of Karen's sweater open, revealing the big beautiful round tits which were inside, she drew Karen gently toward her and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was a long, hot, passionate one. At first Karen did not respond. She just let Linda pull her close and press her lips to hers.
Then, as Linda's tongue stole into Karen's mouth, Karen began to kiss back. Linda's lips were soft and pliant – nothing like Jay's or Henry's. And they tasted sweet and juicy, like ripe plums. She felt the tip of Linda's tongue exploring the warmth of her mouth, and the feeling excited her even more. Linda's tongue moved across Karen's gums, and explored the ridges of her even white teeth. Then Karen parted her teeth and began to respond with her own tongue. She felt the slippery smoothness of Linda's tongue dueling and fencing with her own in the warm cavern of her mouth.
As Karen's tongue began to encounter and do battle with her tongue, Linda's began slowly to retreat, leading Karen back into the torrid battlefield of her mouth. She was amazed at Karen's progress. Within only a few days, she had gone from prudish Miss Prim to hot little sex-kitten. And Linda was glad that a perfectly formed body like Karen's would no longer go to waste. As they kissed, Linda reached for Karen's tits. She held one in each hand, cupping the mammoth orbs of soft flesh, feeling the hot hard nipples pressing urgently against the perspiring palms of her hands. Then, not breaking the kiss, she dropped one hand from Karen's soft tit. She reached for Karen's hand and carried it to the front of her own blouse. It was a crisp white ruffled blouse with big toggle-type buttons at the front. She guided Karen's hand to one of the buttons and began to undo it. When she had the toggle half out of the buttonhole, she placed Karen's fingers on it and withdrew her own hand, returning it to Karen's tit.
At first Karen's fingers were hesitant, as though uncertain of what to do. But when Linda's hand had once more returned to her tits, Karen remembered her imaginings of before. She had wondered about what it would feel like to hold another woman's tits. Here was Linda Wells inviting her to find out. Her pussy was flowing like a river, Linda's skillful fingers on her tits turning her on in a way that neither Jay nor Henry had been able to do. Linda, perhaps because she was a woman herself, seemed to know instinctively where to touch; where to stroke; where to squeeze. Karen wondered whether she, too, would know instinctively what to do.
She finished unbuttoning Linda's blouse, and pulled it impatiently from the waistband of Linda's skirt. The teacher let go of Karen's tits for a brief moment to enable Karen to slip the blouse from her arms and off her shoulders. Then she reached, again, for the big round boobs, this time taking just the pointy nipples in her fingers, and twirling them first one way and then the other.
Karen sighed with pleasure, but her sigh became a groan of frustration when she realized that Linda was wearing a bra, and that there would be more work to do before she got Linda's tits into her hands. She cupped the soft cones right over the material of the blonde woman's bra. The tingling in her pussy was becoming unbearable. The feel of the soft spongy flesh of Linda Wells' tits through her brassiere was the most arousing thing Karen had ever known. It excited her even more than holding Jay's or Henry's cock had done. She could feel the nipples stiff and erect right through the bra. She couldn't stand it. She wanted to see them, to stroke them, to kiss them.
Linda's hands on her tits were driving Karen wild. She and Linda had their lips pressed together so tightly that her mouth ached. Linda began nibbling gently at Karen's lips, as though to ease the ache. Karen ran her hands softly and lovingly over the material which encased the blonde woman's tits, exploring the brassiere until she found the catch at the back. With knowledge borne of experience, she unsnapped the garment, feeling the firmness of Linda's boobs carrying it forward.
Linda slipped her arms out of the straps, one by one.
And suddenly, there they were. Her tits were bare and exposed completely to the exploration of Karen's hands. She was tentative at first, but when finally she had her hands filled with the naked flesh of Linda's tits, she knew just what to do. Karen broke the kiss and stepped back so that she could look at the other woman's tits. Then she dropped to one knee and pressed her face against Linda's chest. Linda turned her body from side to side so that the inner swell of each tit caressed Karen's face in turn. Karen licked her lips as she looked at the swollen nipples. Then she moved her head closer to Linda's body and extended her tongue. Then she jabbed forward, licking and lapping at one of the nipples. Linda gasped at the first contact, following with a long low moan. The sound excited Karen even more. She was bringing pleasure to this mature experienced woman, although she herself had never had any experience like this. She realized that she was only doing to Linda the very things that she had always dreamed of having done to herself; things that she was sure only a woman would understand or know about. As she sucked on the other woman's nipple, she slid her hands under the hem of Linda's skirt. She moved them slowly up the smooth skin of Linda's bare leg, feeling the gently sloping curve of her soft creamy thighs. As her fingers moved higher, she expected to encounter the material of Linda's panties, but was surprised when her fingers came into direct contact with the blonde woman's pussy. Going without panties seemed even sexier than going without a bra, and Karen felt her own panties becoming soaking wet as her fingers began to explore the thick curling hair that surrounded Linda Wells' cunt.
Karen wanted nothing more than to see it; to bury her face in it, to smell it, to taste its juices. She tried to pull Linda's skirt up so that she could expose her pussy. But the skirt was too tight. She couldn't pull it high enough. Her hands shook in frustration.
But Linda's hands were moving gently over Karen's head and face. "Relax, baby," she cooed. "I'll help you with that. And I want you to take your clothes off too. I'll bet your panties are wet. I want to rub my face in them."
Her words were like magic aphrodisiacs to Karen. She felt a tingling warmth spreading throughout her entire body. Quickly she unzipped the side of her own skirt, letting it drop to her feet and stepping out of it. She pulled her open sweater from her and stood nude, except for her damp panties, in front of Linda. When she looked up, the other woman had also removed her skirt, and stood stark naked for Karen to see.
"Hurry, baby," Linda said urgently. "Lie on the couch." Karen obeyed, moving toward the couch and letting herself fall onto it. The cool leather caressed her skin as she lay on her back and spread her legs slightly. Linda quickly fell to her knees beside the couch. She leaned forward, pressing her face to the soft cushion of Karen's pubic hair, encased in the satiny crotch-band of her damp panties. The tangy spicy smell of Karen's sweet flowing young pussy filled her nostrils. She rubbed her face against the wet material, feeling the skin of her cheeks and nose becoming wet. Then she began to lick Karen's cunt right through the wet crotch-band of the panties.
Karen's whole body began to tremble as she felt Linda's tongue going to work on her. She felt that the trembling was uncontrollable, and she couldn't imagine where it would lead. But what Linda was doing to her was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt in her life. Suddenly she realized that she was about to have an orgasm. But it wasn't going to be like any she had ever experienced before. It was going to be special. And then it began, and she was coming endlessly – unceasingly. She felt Linda pulling the soaked panties from her, and then positioning her petite body so that Karen's mouth was at her naked pussy.
Karen moved over on the couch so that Linda would be more comfortable. Her female lover's pussy was within millimeters of her mouth. The wiry blonde hairs tickled her lips and her nose. Her nostrils were filled with the pungent aroma of the blonde woman's cunt juices.
Then she felt Linda's lips grazing gently at her naked pussy. Linda was getting ready to eat her; to lick and lap at her pussy like Pagan had done, and then Henry. She was about to feel the tongue of a woman slipping between the tightly clenched lips of her pussy, still dewy with the juice of her orgasm.
Linda began to nibble softly at Karen's cunt. She took one lip of the hair-fringed slash between her teeth. She held it gently with the slightest of pressure, while her tongue ran up and down the trembling morsel of cunt-flesh. Then she moved her head slightly and began to run her tongue in wide sweeping strokes up and down the length of her cuntal slit.
Karen moaned as Linda lapped her pussy. She could feel the other woman's tongue exploring her with a knowledge that only a woman could have. Linda's tongue knew things about her pussy that her own fingers hadn't even learned yet. She wanted to explore Linda's cunt in the same way. She moved her head closer to the throbbing mound of hair-covered flesh and kissed the blonde curly pubic hair softly and lovingly. It tasted and smelled as though Linda had perfumed it, and the thought of the sexy blonde standing in front of a mirror in her underwear applying perfume to her pussy before going to work in the morning excited Karen. Linda seemed to be a woman who lived only for sex.
Karen wanted to try to give Linda the same pleasure that Linda was giving her. She extended her tongue and touched it tentatively to the outer lips of the blonde woman's cunt. They felt soft and pliant, almost like the lips of her mouth had felt. But as Karen licked, the pink lips squirmed with desire. Karen moved her tongue toward the glistening red slash between the hot lips.
At the contact of Karen's tongue, Linda's cuntlips flowered open, inviting entry. Karen could see the wet red inner flesh and the swollen pea-sized bud of Linda's clit. She quickly thrust her tongue into the opening of Linda's cunt. The warm wet flesh of the hot pussy closed around her stiffened tongue. The taste was exotic and erotic. It was sweet and tart at the same time. She began to lick and lap at the drooling hole like a hungry wolf. As she licked, she thought about how it had felt to have her own pussy licked by Pagan.
Pagan had been rough, but Linda was gentle. Pagan had been bestial, but Linda was careful and expert. Pagan had just licked her, but Linda was exploring her cunt with loving attention. Karen tried to be as loving and as attentive to Linda's pussy.
She pushed her tongue deep inside and moved it slowly upwards. The tip curled around as it climbed, approaching the slope of Linda's erect swollen clitoris. The little pebble of pleasure throbbed at the approach of the novice tongue.
Karen knew that the sensitive bud was quivering with desire because she felt her own clit tingling. She lapped from side to side as she moved her tongue higher, swabbing at the damp red flesh as though with a mop. It tasted spicy and more pungent than the inside of the blonde's cunt had tasted. The taste made her own juices flow even more copiously.
Then, almost without buildup, she reached the peak of her orgasm. It was even more intense than the first one had been. Every nerve of her body was vibrating like the strings of a violin. Her pussy filled with the warm nectar of her climax, and Linda drank deeply of it, savoring its flavor.
Karen tuned so that she and Linda were both lying the same way. She took the blonde in her arms and clasped her body close. Linda could feel the redhead's soft tits pressing against her own. Karen kissed her neck and ear. "Thank you, Linda," she whispered. "It was the most beautiful thing I've ever known. I don't see how I can ever go back to my old life."
Linda smiled understandingly. "Don't be foolish," she said, patience in her voice. "Sex is fun. You can't rule anything out. If it was good today, that doesn't mean that yesterday wasn't good, or that tomorrow won't be better."
Karen wasn't sure whether Linda was making reference to her experience with Henry, or whether she was just being philosophical in general. Suddenly she remembered why she had come to speak to Linda. But now everything was changed. She didn't know what she wanted any more.
"But you have changed my life," Karen said. "I never thought that such pleasure was possible."
"You've only begun to learn about pleasure," Linda responded. "There's so much more I can teach you. And so much more that Henry can teach you."
"You mean you know?" Karen asked, astonished. "Have you known all along?"
"Yes, I have. I even knew that you were watching me and Jay last night. That's what you came to talk to me about today, isn't it?" Linda asked the question calmly and casually, and Karen found herself feeling very calm and casual about the whole matter.
"That is what I came to talk to you about. But now all that is changed. I just don't know what's wrong and what's right any more. All I know is that you've taught me to be a woman." Karen's voice was sincere.
"I guess maybe I have," Linda answered. Then she added, "And I'm teaching Jay to be a man, too. Now there can't be anything wrong with that, can there?"
Karen thought for a long moment and then said, "No. If you can give Jay as much pleasure as you've given me, then it can't be wrong. Heaven knows, I've never been able to give him any."
"All you needed was a little help," Linda said understandingly. "But, you haven't said anything to Jay about you and Henry, or about him and me, have you?"
"No," Karen said. "And I don't see how I can ever tell him. I just know that he wouldn't like it."
"I think I know a way to tell him," Linda said, her eyes sparkling.
"I'll do anything you say," Karen promised.