Blaire And Foster A New Direction Pt 01

Blaire

I left the retreat centre that summer with a heavy heart. I could tell that this "relationship" that I was starting with Andrew, I mean Professor Foster, just didn't feel quite right to me. I mean, he was hot, and I felt butterflies in my stomach when I was horny and lonely, and remembered the feeling of his cock inside me and his lips kissing my neck, but there was still something missing. Ever since we hooked up the second time during his team-building retreat, he had been calling me every few nights, driving up for booty-calls every second weekend and treating me as if we were a couple, despite the fact that no one even knows we're together. It felt off and I was starting to think that even if I loved being in relationships, he just wasn't the right fit.

As I drove back to the university to start the last year of my degree, (ironically, I will begin my career as a sex therapist after that) I felt more lost than I did before my degree and this situation with Dr. Foster had started. I mean, I met him at such a vulnerable time, I had just ended a 5-year relationship with my ex, a guy I thought I would be marrying and having children with by now. We had great sex, he knew how to read me and my body and exactly where and how to tease my throbbing nerves to make me writhe in ecstasy. I really thought Johnny and I were "lifers", but he had some demons that he was fighting, and I was losing myself trying to help him, so we agreed to end it. I knew I needed to take a break, but when I walked in on Andrew changing that day in his office, I let me hormones lead me, instead of my brain.

Back at the university, I gathered my luggage and walked into the dorm. I was going to be an RA this year to help offset the cost of living after having struggled financially last year. It was an interesting role to play on a co-ed floor with so many case studies in sexual behaviour all around me that I could use for my research papers. I had lived off campus with Johnny for my first two years and last year after we split, I rented a bedroom in an elderly couple's basement at the last minute before classes started. There weren't many choices left at that time, and when the TA interview ended as it did, I didn't have the money for some of the nicer places close to the university. It was kind of depressing, I couldn't really bring anyone home since the couple were pretty nosey, and always had to "come get something out of the storage room" every time I came home with a friend or classmate. They did bring down homemade cookies and occasionally leftovers from supper, so it wasn't all bad, but privacy was certainly an issue.

When I had seen the poster for the Residence Assistant job last semester, I jumped at the chance, I mean free accommodations plus a salary for 30 hours a week of work, who wouldn't jump at that when you were as poor as I was. I was to be the floor mother for the 4th floor, and I had very little clue what to expect. As the elevator door opened, I was shocked by how quiet the floor was. I had forgotten that the RA team was asked to arrive one week early to prepare for the Frosh activities and orientation. I could feel a sense of excitement as I walked down the hall, past the gender neutral, communal bathrooms, the large kitchen/ lounge area and to my private room next to the meditation room and the fire escape stairwell. I dropped my things off in my room and decided to check things out on the floor before looking for my supervisor to find out the time for our meeting later that day.

As I walked past the washrooms, I heard the sound of running water and got worried that someone had left a tap on when clean water was a commodity that our world was quickly running out of! I rushed in to locate where the waste was happening, it was not the sinks, maybe it was a shower? I pushed past the last stall into the shower room and could see steam billowing out of the third stall, I pushed the curtain back to see if I could reach the knob without getting completed soaked and was shocked to see a woman in the stall.

"I'm so sorry!!" I yelped, realizing how impulsively I had jumped into action without thinking of the possibilities. As I continued to stare at the woman, frozen in shock, I couldn't help but notice how confidently she stood in front of me, smiling a bright and playful smile and maintaining a very warm look in her eyes as they locked onto mine. Flustered, I stood there for far too long just taking in every detail, before sliding the curtain back in place.

Bella

I stared at the woman, who just opened up the curtain and saw me in the shower, for far too long. I didn't think there were any other students on campus yet since I had made a special request to arrive early since there were only flights twice a week from my hometown in Haiti and as an international student, I had a lot of things to sort out before the semester began. But there she was, with mesmerizing green eyes and shiny auburn hair, pulled up in a messy bun on the top of her head. She was gorgeous and I was at a loss for words in that moment. She was so apologetic, but I felt oddly comfortable standing before her like that, with my long, chiseled legs, perfectly manicured bush and naturally perky breasts, whose nipples were getting more erect with every second of our encounter.

"It's really no problem, I didn't know there was anyone else here yet! I'm Bella, nice to meet you," I said, as she closed the curtain in a rush, probably just to hide the fact that her cheeks had turned a dark crimson colour as a result of her embarrassment.

"I'm Blaire, the new RA, I thought I was alone too, and that someone had left the water running in here. I'm really sorry about barging in on you like that!" she insisted with the most repentant tone. "I'll leave you to finish, but it was nice to meet you?!" she continued with uncertainty in her voice about whether it was an appropriate thing to say.

I stood under the water for another minute before turning the hot water to lukewarm and then cool. When I closed my eyes, all I saw were those piercing green eyes and the thought was making my heart race and my lips to swell with sensitivity. I reached down and stroked my clit gently between two fingers, doing circles and increasing in speed as I felt my wetness rush out of me, running down my legs and washing down into the drain. I leaned back against the shower wall as my body was overcome with warmth, and orgasmed repeatedly and intensely, at the thought of being between Blaire's legs. I muffled my mouth with my free hand as I couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure before trying to re-focus and clean myself up.

I wanted to go find Blaire right away, I mean, I had never met someone that made me feel so at ease right away, even when I was baring it all to them at our first encounter.

Blaire

As I walked away from Bella and the shower, I couldn't help but think about her body and the warmth of her eyes. I didn't know what to think, I was really embarrassed but at the same time, she made me feel like it was okay. The image of her standing there, her beautiful dark skin, glistening with cleansing oil slathered all over it, her hair covered by the cutest pizza slice patterned shower cap, and her eyes, so dark and welcoming, turning slightly up in an almond shape, it was burned into my mind. Her breasts were smaller than my own, but I could see her nipples rising from the areola the longer I stared at her, frozen and uncertain what was taking over me.

I paused by the sinks on the way back to my room and looked in the mirror. I tried to tell what I was feeling, my whole face was flushed, and I could feel a warmth growing between my legs. It was different than anything I had felt before and I didn't not like it. I was snapped back into reality when I heard a groan coming from the shower, and then a long sigh. It almost sounded like... no it couldn't be... an orgasm? I quietly turned and ran back to my room without making so much as a peep. I needed to figure out what the heck was happening. My heart was racing and I felt so turned on. But HOW? I mean, I was into guys, their hardened dicks pressed in their pants, the strong hands, their twitching pectoral muscles and chiseled arms... that's what has always been my thing. That's what stirred up my hormones, that's what had always given me butterflies, not a woman's body!?

As I laid on my bed, trying to figure out what was really feeling, I put on my headphones and started the sappy, break up playlist I had created on my phone after breaking things off with Johnny. I had also listened to it on the ride back from the retreat centre, hoping it would help me move on from the idea that Andrew would ever be the right man for me. As the music, got me out of my head, my heart rate finally lowered, and I fell asleep.

Bella

It had been a few hours since I had seen Blaire. I knew she was in the room at the end of the hall, next to the meditation room since it had a big sign with "RA" on it, so I decided to hang out in the meditation room, reading a book on the big bean bag chairs, until I heard her come out of her room. I wanted to give her a proper introduction, and hopefully see if the second impression was as intense as the first.

As I flipped the pages, I barely remembered what I was reading, my mind was wondering about Blaire. What was her story, where was she from, what was she studying, was she into hanging out sometime? I didn't really know anyone in the city, except for an aunt and uncle, who were living at an old folk's home a few miles away. They had been the ones' who got me all the application information to apply here, because they knew I wanted to study, such a specialized form of therapy that wasn't available at any school back home. They had arranged an Uber to bring me and my 5 hockey bags to the residence earlier that morning, and after struggling to bring the bags up to my room without a cart or any help, my only plan for the day had been to shower and rest.

As I dreamed up more questions, I heard a squeak as Blaire opened her door. She turned the corner, heading towards the stairs and walked right past the opened Meditation Room. I could tell she must've still felt embarrassed and was trying to sneak away without having to face me, but I didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to get to know her more, so I called out after her.

"Hey, Blaire, wait up!" I picked up my book and jogged after her. She spun around and her cheeks began to turn red again. She didn't say anything, just stood there, sheepishly staring at her feet. "I was wondering if you had any dinner plans, I'm new to the city and would love to find out about the best places for a bite."

Blaire

After waking up from my sudden nap, I was still dizzy from all of the confusing thoughts running through my head about Bella. I decided I needed to get outside for a bit, to go get a bite to eat before my meetings at 8 pm with the other RAs. I figured that if I took the stairs I would have the best chance of avoiding any other encounters with Bella, so I grabbed my purse and a coat and headed quietly out the door.

Just as I was about to head into the stairwell, I heard a voice from the Meditation Room, it was Bella calling out to me. What was she doing in there? Had she waited for me? Or is she just one of those spiritual types, I wondered. I could feel blood rush back into my cheeks as she asked me whether she could follow for dinner.

"Oh, hey, sure, I don't mind showing you, do you have any specific type of food you're craving?" I didn't have the heart to say no after all, it was my job to look after my floor mates and she didn't seem to know the city yet.

She asked me to wait a minute as she got her wallet and coat from her room. I watched her go and realized her room was at the other end of the hall, so maybe avoiding her in the future wouldn't be so difficult.

We walked around the block to my favourite Portuguese chicken joint. It was salty, spicy and delicious and I had been craving it all summer as I was in the middle of nowhere. I had once thought about asking Andrew to bring some with him when he came up for the weekend, but I felt a little awkward being that demanding. As we waited for our food, she finally broke the silence and began to tell me about her home country, her family and how she ended up here. I learned she was only a year younger than myself, she had taken a couple years off to work as a flight attendant and travel before deciding she wanted to have a more serious career. We had much more than I realized in common and found that the conversation flowed so easily. She loved cooking, baking and playing guitar, she enjoyed watching thriller and romance movies and was intrigued by true stories like the ones on the Soft White Underbelly channel on youtube. She had a thirst for life, knowledge and getting to the real essence of our existence.

I found myself in total awe of her stories and life, she made my mind, soul and body excited and I really got to thinking about why I hadn't considered that there was more to life than the heteronormative fairy tale of "find a man, settle down, buy a house, have 2.5 kids, live happily ever after"... She made me want to explore places, thoughts and experiences that I didn't know I wanted to explore before. I was just about to ask her what her top three future travel goals were when the cashier came over to our table and asked us if we would be ready to leave soon since they were closing. I looked at my watch for the first time in two and a half hours... two and a half hours, OH NO! I was later for the RA meeting.

I jumped up and apologized for the second time that day, "I'm supposed to be at a meeting that started 5 minutes ago, I have to run. Are you okay to get back on your own?" She waved me on, and I took off sprinting as fast I could without a proper warm up. I entered the meeting room as all the eyes turned to look at me.

"Blaire?" asked a short, chubby fellow with a curly, old timey moustache.

"Yes, I apologize for being late, I took one of my floor mates out for supper and we got carried away with our discussion and lost track of time," I explained in between pants as I tried to catch my breath.

"No sweat, glad to hear you're already stepping up to your motherly duties!" replied Stanley with a grin. I was relieved that I wasn't starting the job off with a bad reputation with my supervisor, and suddenly felt like this was going to be an epic year ahead.

After the meeting, we had a solid plan for the Frosh week and orientation day. They loved my idea of having everyone from the floor participate in an escape room event in the lounge and also the 80's theme dance party on the roof the final night. I brought my creative A-game to the meeting, even though in my back of my mind, I couldn't stop thinking about Bella, wondering what she was up to and anxious to get back up to the floor and see if we might run into each other again. At least now I had the room list, so I knew she was in room 420, so if chance didn't bring us together, I could just check in tomorrow with a simple knock.

Bella

Our dinner together had been amazing, even if it was cut short when Blaire had to head out to a meeting. I was surprised at how easy it was to talk to her. She barely broke eye contact with me for the entire evening, and it took everything within me not to ask her if she wanted to go make out in the bathroom. I wasn't even sure if she was attracted to women, but our connection was so authentic that I was willing to wait till the perfect opportunity to approach that topic. I had hoped to leave her with some way to keep in touch but she had left so quickly we hadn't gotten there. I knew it would be easier if I had my cell hooked up so I took the opportunity after supper to go find a shop to get a local SIM card.

I wasn't sure how long her meeting would be so I wrote a note and stuck it on her door with my phone number, before heading back to my room to get ready for bed. I was not quite used to the time zone and was pretty tired from all the newness of my life here. It had been a pretty exciting day. I was just dozing off when I heard a notification ding on my phone. With one eye slightly opened, I saw it was a message from Blaire, thanking me for the evening and wishing me a good night. I sent back a kissy face emoji, not thinking about how it could be interpreted, smiled to myself and drifted off to sleep.

As I slept, vivid dreams filled my mind, I was walking down the hallway in a thin lace night gown, and walking towards me was Blaire, her auburn hair hanging in front of her large, erect nipples, so I could barely see them. She had no shirt on and a pair of snug boxers on, that showed off her strong leg muscles. Her arms were ripped and I could tell that if she had to, she could hold me up for hours. As she approached, I grabbed her arm and pulled her towards me. Her mouth was soft and we kissed passionately for a moment, our hands pulling our bodies in tightly until our breasts pressed into each other. She pushed me back against the wall and held my hands above my head with one hand, leaning back to take it all in. She put her finger in my mouth to dampen it, and I sucked on it for a moment like it was an icicle in winter, our breath was getting heavier as electricity flowed between us, making lots of moisture start to collect between my legs. She traced her damp finger from my lips down my neck, kissing and sucking each part after she caressed it, my lower lip, my neck, my earlobe then my collarbone and slowly circling my nipples like she was teasing a cat with a laser pointer, almost kissing the most sensitive part but breathing lightly and pulling away.

I was going wild with desire and tried to get my hands free so I could force her hand or her mouth where I needed her to go. As she worked slowly down my stomach, breathing her heat and kissing with increasing intensity as she got closer to my throbbing vagina. By this point, Blaire was on her knees in front of me so she let go of my hands and had her arms wrapped around my legs squeezing my ass and rubbing the inside of my thighs. I wanted to touch her so badly, but felt like my body would explode if I moved an inch. I put one hand on her head, stroking her hair, and played with my own nipple with the other hand. I wanted her inside of me so badly that I leaned back and we were suddenly in a field, laying on a soft squishy blanket surrounded by the tallest, greenest grass my eyes had ever seen.

In that moment, Blaire's tongue finally made contact with my clit, the smallest flick and then made a slowly moving circle around it. She circled and flicked my clitoris in such a way that I was speechless, holding my breath in anticipation of her next lap. I felt an incredible warmth flood my body and right when I thought it couldn't get more intense, she light took my clit between her lips and sucked on it. I was about to explode when she pulled back, and slid her tongue from my clit back between my lips to my vaginal opening. It was so moist, and she lapped it up like a hungry kitten drinking milk for her bowl. I pressed myself into her face and her nose gently caressed my clit again. I started to ride her as she pressed in for more too.

One of her hands had retraced it's steps and had found my breast as the other hand held on tightly around my leg, but it now wanted to get more in on the action, as she licked and sucked aggressively as my opening, she knew I was close, so she took her index and middle finger and slide them inside, immediately finding my g-spot against the pelvic bone. I pressed firmly against them but groaned that I wanted one more inside. So she slid out for a second and then pressed three fingers back inside me, rubbing my spot in perfect unison with her mouth on my clit. It took less than thirty seconds for my body to clench on her hand, waves of orgasm, taking over my body, and fluid squirting all over Blaire's face. She smiled and held her position, trying not to disconnect from my pulsing muscles, and feeling her body on the brink of cumming herself. My orgasm lasted longer than any other I had had before, and as Blaire slowly slid her naked body back up to kiss me, she smiled and stared in my eyes, just as she had when she first saw me in the shower.