The instructor, scribbling a couple of terms and creating a diagram, was talking rapidly, his students trying to make notes as quickly as possible. Robyn was one of those not taking notes, but had furrowed her brow trying to understand the concepts being taught.
"Did you understand what he just said?" she asked of the woman sitting next to her.
"Yeah, I did."
"Good, would you explain it to me later?"
"Of course, dear."
Robyn Bernstein had returned to college after a 5-year absence. She originally started college right out of high school. Her mother passed away at the start of her junior year at the university. Care for her ailing father fell onto her shoulders. She was the youngest of four. Her parents had her late in life. She kind of figured that she wasn't exactly planned as her next nearest sibling was 9 years older than her. Being her 2 brothers and her only sister had all gotten married, had kids, and busy lives, the task of taking care of the patriarch of the family fell on her shoulders. Her mother's death broke her father's heart. His health wasn't good to begin with, but her passing caused it to get worse quicker. Just the same, he lived for nearly another 5 years before dying in his sleep one night.
Her life given back to her, Robyn decided to return to school and finish her degree. She had started out with a major in psychology as the workings of the human mind were fascinating to her. In the interim Robyn found work at a local ad agency. The owners of the agency recognized her talent and interest in the human persona and started taking her under their wings developing advertising, targeting the subliminal part of the brain. As a result, when Robyn returned to school, she switched to a Marketing major with a Psychology minor. She found the concept of convincing someone to buy a product or service, whether they needed it or not to be fascinating.
"Okay people, anyone with any questions?" the instructor turned and asked the assembled students. Waiting all of a second, "Alright then. Remember your assignment is due on Monday. No late turn-ins will be accepted. So do it or lose it. We will start on chapters 8 and 9, so make sure you have those chapters read. Have a good weekend."
Robyn looked at the woman next to her, "I swear that guy could make the concept of getting a glass of water out of the faucet a difficult concept."
Doreen smiled, "Well I bet my ex could give him a run for his money. He has to impress people with his knowledge. Jackass."
Robyn laughed. They had shared stories about their past relationships. Between working at the ad agency and taking care of her father, she didn't have much of any time to have a social life. With the exception of a few dates, some that resulted in some so-so bedroom action, she hadn't been serious with a guy since she was first in college.
Doreen had divorced her husband, Alfred, just a couple of years ago. She was older than Robyn but Robyn didn't know by how much. Doreen's husband was a domineering sort who kept life in strict order. His arrogance and demeaning attitude towards others kept their social circle to be very limited. Doreen often looked back and wondered what she ever saw in him.
Stepping up to the counter at the coffee bar, the kid behind the counter recognized his customers, "Well, hello ladies. How was class tonight?"
Doreen teasingly batted her eyes, "When are you going to come to my house and let me tell you personally?"
As anticipated, his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. The girls knew that he had just started at the same university. Doreen would tease him nearly every time they came in and he was working.
"Ah, well, you know. I would. But, man, if my girlfriend ever found out, well I wouldn't have this low of a voice."
"Well, maybe you should bring her along," Doreen replied with one hand on her hip.
"Uh, I, ah, uh," he stuttered as he put their coffee's on the counter.
"Doreen, give the poor guy a break," she laughed and looked at the tongue tied clerk. "You'll have to forgive my friend here."
The clerk had no words, his face had turned beet red. Taking their coffees, they sat in their customary booth and sipped the hot liquid.
"Doreen, you are incorrigible," Robyn said as she chuckled and shook her head.
"I know. I guess after being suppressed for so many years, I just feeling like figuring out where my boundaries are," Doreen replied with a smile and then looked down at her cup. Her husband used to be a passionate person. She had lost her virginity to him in his parents bed. His lovemaking brought her to a number of orgasms and she loved having sex with him. In recent years, however, it had become twice a month at best and it was over in less than 10 minutes. Foreplay was nearly non-existent and once he climbed on top of her and spurt his cum in her, it was over. Doreen had become accustomed to laying there afterwards, looking at the ceiling, tears dripping onto the pillow. Her only orgasms came from her fingers after he had left for work.
Robyn knew her history and frustrations from prior conversations. Both of them were quiet by nature. And for their own reasons, had small social circles. Doreen because of her oppressive husband and Robyn because of the demands between her job and taking care of her father
Robyn looked at her friend, "How long since you've had sex? I mean other than with your hand or vibrator?"
Doreen sighed and stirred her coffee, "A long time, I'm afraid."
Robyn paused for a moment, "Have you ever thought about having sex with another woman?"
Doreen looked up and tilted her head a little. They had shared a great many facets of their personal lives with each other over the weeks. They had become each other's confidant.
Cocking her head just a little, "Interesting question to ask," Doreen replied.
"Well you told that poor guy over there," pointing towards the barista that served them, "that he should bring his girlfriend along."
"Oh, that. I was just yanking his chain a little to try and get his goat," Doreen replied. She smiled and looked at the poor lad and winked. As expected, he just smiled in returned and refocused on the drink in front of him.
"Ever thought about it?" Robyn asked as Doreen turned back towards her.
Doreen looked off to the side. She had become friends with the next door neighbors, Marilyn and Dan. Neither one could stand Alfred for very long but Marilyn and Doreen would often get together. They were never close friends, not like she had become with Robyn. Doreen did find Marilyn attractive and wondered what it would be like to be in bed with her. She never had a lesbian experience but the idea intrigued her. She had found herself aroused a couple of times over the years when she was with certain women.
"Nooo, well maybe," Doreen said softly.
Doreen looked at Robyn in the eyes for a few moments. Robyn was a number of years younger than her. She thought that Robyn had a gorgeous figure that any man would die for. Or any interested woman, for that matter.
A brief silence then, "Yeah, I guess I have. You?"
Robyn nodded her head, "There was a friend of mine when I was in high school that lived a couple of houses down. She and I, well, we got to exploring each other pretty heavily."
Doreen perked up her eyebrows, "Oh? Do tell."
Robyn turned up one corner of her mouth. "Well, we were both dating and the guys we were seeing kept trying to get into our pants. I was still a virgin and I was pretty sure she was too. I thought I was unattractive. I didn't have any boobs to speak of. I was skinny. And well, I just didn't feel very appealing. Debbie, on the other hand, that's her name, was stacked. Her boobs grew. And well, I asked if I could see what real tits looked like. So she showed them to me. Before you knew it, we were both naked."
"So what happened?" Doreen asked, taking a sip of coffee, trying to hid her growing excitement.
"Well over the next few weeks we continued to get together and explore. One day, I had my legs spread apart so she could look at my pussy and she went down on me."
