Foreword: This story is a sequel to my last story, "Janice". It stands alone but might make more sense if you read the other story first. As usual all characters and events are fictitious and all characters are aged 18 or over. It covers many themes but lesbian sex seemed the most appropriate category. I hope you enjoy it and please feel free to let me know what you think via comments or email.
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"Her name is Anika."
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Janice had drifted off in a mild erotic reverie.
"I said her name is Anika," the student exchange administrator repeated. "She's from the Netherlands. She's 20 and in her third year of an undergraduate degree in sociology."
"Oh, okay." Janice smiled and tried to concentrate. She'd become distracted on hearing that the young woman was a lesbian and wanted that to be known to any potential host.
"She'll be here for the usual six month exchange. Is that satisfactory?"
"Oh yes," Janice replied. "It was great hosting my first student. He was a wonderful young man." Janice let her mind wander back to Patrick, the young Kenyan student who had been her first boarder, and ultimately her lover. She shivered slightly as another erotic ripple worked through her body.
"Lovely," continued the administrator. "Here's her application and resume. She'll be here in two weeks for orientation and placement. Does that give you enough time to prepare?"
"Oh yes, absolutely. I'll look forward to meeting her." Janice took the proffered documents and then took her leave.
In the car she opened the folder to examine the photograph that was included. Anika was quite pretty and actually looked younger than 20, with short blonde hair cut in a boyish style. Janice wished she could see more but the mug shot gave away nothing of Anika's body. She sighed, closed the folder and stared for a few minutes across the campus car park. Janice wondered at her response to the advice that Anika was a lesbian. She couldn't deny the sexual charge that went through her. She'd assumed her next boarder would be male, like Patrick, so why was it such a pleasant surprise to discover it would be a female?
Her late in life surge in sexuality was no doubt responsible, she mused. Her lusty relationship with Patrick had only fuelled her soaring libido, a hunger previously satisfied by masturbation and online pornography. And since his return to Kenya she had once again resorted to erotic videos and stories to quench her sexual thirst. Her tastes had expanded over time till there was very little on offer that she didn't find arousing – including bi-sexual and lesbian clips. She often found herself masturbating to scenes involving only women. Janice especially liked the ones that showed older women seducing – or being seduced by – younger women and teenagers. No doubt it was those experiences that had triggered the pleasure centres in her brain on hearing about Anika. In her imagination the young Dutch student would be petite with tiny but perfectly formed breasts, slim legs and a peachy bottom. Janice felt her pussy tingle and decided she'd better get home where she could do something about it.
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As soon as she arrived home she stalked Anika on social media. Her profile wasn't hard to find but, frustratingly, she had the security settings locked down so tight that Janice could learn almost nothing more about her. However, she was able to view several profile pictures, one of which was a wide shot that showed Anika in gym gear. It didn't disappoint. Her prospective student-boarder seemed about average height and was deliciously slim.
One other photo was a cheek-to-cheek selfie with another young woman, dark-haired, wearing glasses. Both were laughing. Girlfriend? Janice wondered. Partner? Maybe even wife? Janice had no idea how lesbian couples referred to one another these days – what was acceptable or what might be presumed.
In fact Janice really knew nothing at all about lesbian lifestyles – except that the gifs and videos she viewed left her hot and needy and had increasingly occupied her fantasies as she used her fingers and her toys to drive herself to toe-curling orgasms.
Janice laughed ruefully at herself. There was probably very little chance that those fantasies could become reality with Anika. Why would such a lovely girl even be interested in, let alone attracted to, a 58-year-old woman?
But still the itch persisted. Janice had thought exactly the same about Patrick and he'd proven to be intensely interested in her – to the point where he willingly filled all of her holes with his energetic cock – and induced multiple orgasms that ripped through her body leaving her sated and fulfilled in ways she'd never thought possible. Janice so loved being desired.
She shivered and closed Anika's profile page, then quickly switched to her favourite porn site. She stripped while the page loaded, then settled onto her bed naked for a delightful time watching a lesbian threesome involving a submissive older woman and two, more dominant girls. Yummy.
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When she finally arrived, Anika turned out to be almost everything Janice had hoped for.
She was indeed very pretty with her short blonde hair and blue eyes. She was lightly tanned with a cute, tight body, petite breasts and tiny nipples that drove Janice to distraction as they strained against the tight t-shirts that Anika habitually wore. She was also a good humoured and lively girl – young woman, really – but Janice couldn't help thinking of someone so comparatively young and slim as a girl. Anika's English was almost flawless, with only a slight but charming Dutch accent. She took a real interest in Janice, genuinely sympathising with her over the death of her husband – whose pictures still littered the old but comfortable house. Anika willingly shared stories of her own life and family in the Netherlands – though never mentioned any sort of partner - and after just a week in each other's company the older woman and the younger grew quite comfortable together.
So it was almost everything Janice could have wished for: the only thing missing was any hint of sexual interest on Anika's side. This disappointed Janice because her desire for Anika was growing by the day. As the spring days grew warmer the girl tended to wear skimpy clothes and often flitted between rooms in just her underwear. In a bid to spark some erotic interest Janice began appearing at breakfast dressed only in her long sleeping T and panties. Having her heavy breasts moving freely under the thin cotton always made her nipples hard but Anika didn't even seem to notice.
One evening at dinner she tried somewhat clumsily to raise the subject of sex with Anika, asking: "So –um – do you have a girl... um, I mean, someone special back home?" Janice blushed at her own ineptitude. It was the first time Anika's sexuality had been raised openly between them. But Anika merely glanced at Janice searchingly for a moment then replied with easy confidence.
"Oh yes. I have a girlfriend – Tammy – but she's English and lives in Brighton now."
"Oh, I see," said Janice. "Have you – um – been together long?"
"About a year. She came on exchange to my university in Amsterdam. We shared a flat at first and then we became a couple. When I came here she went back to England."
"Oh, I see. So do you think you'll – you know – get back together again – as – well as a couple?" Janice finished lamely.
Anika laughed and reached across the table to give Janice's hand a brief squeeze: "It's okay, Janice. You can ask about our relationship. And yes, I hope we will get back together when I go back to Europe. Tammy is great. But," she shrugged, "who knows what can happen when you are far apart."
"You must miss her?"
Anika sighed and rolled her eyes: "Yes – I do!" She didn't elaborate and didn't seem inclined to take the conversation further so, disappointed, Janice let it drop.
Since Anika's arrival Janice had resisted the guilty habit she'd acquired with Patrick of peeking through the bathroom keyhole when he showered – but eventually, one evening, she succumbed to her desires and stole quietly to the bathroom door when the shower had been running for a good few minutes. What she saw only heightened her sexual longing for Anika. The young woman was quite exquisite – standing under the stream of hot water, letting it glide down over her lithe body as she swayed gently from side to side. Her body was toned without an ounce of fat anywhere. Her trim waist flared slightly to gently rounded hips. Her tummy was taut and flat. Her legs were straight with shapely calves. But Janice's attention quickly focussed on the delectable young breasts, enticingly paler than her surrounding tanned skin, and the equally pale triangle between her smooth thighs. Janice could distinguish nothing of Anika's pussy under the flowing water but she was clearly trimmed or shaven, with just a tiny oval of hair on her mons.
