01 – A personal meeting
A warm breeze came up the rugged mountainside from the sea and filled Anne's thin white blouse like a sail to lightly caress her tanned body as she walked over the terrace to her recliner under the huge parasol. She sat down with a dark yellow drink in her hand, enjoying the smell of warm sand, sun- baked rocks and salt seawater.
The wind was exactly right to cool the terrace that otherwise would be quite impossible to use because of the intense sun.
From her position Anne had a wonderful view out at the enormous crater of Lazithi, and around her the city of Thera pulsed lazily through the warm summer day.
Breakfast with black coffee and a shower had just about managed to clear her head from a long, wonderful nights sleep, and maybe just a very small glass of Metaxa too much, and she now just laid back and paid full attention to the things her body sensed and felt just here and just now.
She was proud, first of all. Proud. She had proven to herself – and to others – that she was something, somebody, a person who could make other people feel good, safe and relaxed in her company. Someone who meant something to other people - someone who made a difference. This had paid off handsomely, and now she was enjoying the fruits of her labour, and could afford to pay full attention to her own life.
She had always been a very shy and uncertain young girl, not at all among those who enjoyed flaunting her stuff and getting attention everywhere. And that certainly wasn't because she didn't look good enough to get attention. She had collected her share of wolf whistles at campus, and had had a number of dates and a lot of interest from the opposite sex. The realisation of the fact that she probably was a lesbian came eventually, slowly creeping in on her, and started with the feelings she had for one of the teachers. Mrs. Langley was a professor in biology, a stunning woman in her early forties, always perfectly dressed and perfectly looking. She was everything Anne felt that an ideal woman should be; tall, strong, independent and with natural authority. Mostly she had her dark hair set up in a tight knot, and wore a suit with jacket, skirt, shirt and shoes in matching colours. Sometimes she would wear gold necklaces or a discrete silk scarf with a matching arm ring or earrings or other things that would underline her style and taste.
Anne always felt a little strange when she was in her classes, and when she addressed her, and her strong, blue eyes bore directly into hers, she got totally weak and was hardly able to answer. Thinking back on this now, she felt quite certain that the woman must have noticed that her behaviour was a little strange. If she had been interested at all, she'd have many chances to approach her, as she probably could read her mind like an open book. The fact of the matter was, that Anne was deeply in love with, and even full of desire for that woman.
But no advances were ever made, and she didn't have the nerve to even think of doing something on her own.
So she ended up dreaming about her at night when she was alone and had the chance to masturbate, letting her thoughts flow freely and imagining herself kneeling down in front of her and very slowly raising her skirt up above her hips. She would never be wearing panties, so Anne could just look up at her smiling face with adoring eyes, wrap her arm around her hips and whisper her name. As her teachers hand came down and rested on her head, she followed it's ever so gentle guide in between her legs until her own lips came into contact with the soft lips of her teachers mysterious pussy. As her passion reached feverish pitches, there was no limit to how her fantasies let this continue until finally her teacher orgasmed violently into her hungry mouth, at the same moment as her fingers made her own little cunny blow off its pent up frustration. The fantasies about her kept coming back all the time, and growing wilder as it eventually got clear to her that there never would be any chance to get further in contact with her teacher. That's how Ms. Langley ended up just being the lady that made her young pupil properly aware of her own feelings, without ever knowing what she missed.
After this she repeatedly tried to turn back to a "correct" lifestyle. She continued dating boys and tried to limit her erotic fantasies to their gender, hoping that her dreams of her teacher love would eventually fade away. Actually after a while they did, but not the way she was planning. New women crossed her path on different occasions, some of them affecting her more, some less. But they all made her see and understand that this was nothing that was ever going to disappear the way she was hoping. So, what do a girl of her age do in such a situation? Ask her mother? Certainly not! Father? Out of the question! They would
never
understand.
There was quite a period after this that she really felt totally alone in this world with her "problem", and she could just thank her own personality and the self- confidence she had in so many other fields, that this didn't develop into a major crisis in her life.
The turning point came when she finally got the nerve to visit the school shrink. It didn't make it easier that she happened to be just the kind of lady that she actually felt attracted to, but the woman masterfully built a relaxed atmosphere of frankness and trust that made it possible to open herself completely to her.
She came out of her office loaded with facts and statistics about her feelings, quite convinced that she definitely wasn't alone, but maybe more than ever uncertain about what to do next. The woman had told her that it was she, and she alone who should decide whether to go carefully in the direction of her fantasies, or choose a conventional lifestyle. She didn't give her any clue about her own advice in this matter, as Anne was desperately hoping she would. The only thing must have been the way she used the word "conventional". From her it definitely had something negative about it. But that wasn't exactly something that she could base one of the most important choices of her life on!
Still, on her own account she decided to leave the situation open, and see what destiny actually had in store for her. Now that she was more or less convinced that she could control her feelings, she could do as the psychiatrist had said, and not focus on it as such a problem.
The next months she let herself drift quite freely, focusing on her studies and calming her nerves with her little finger when some new object of fantasy passed by. She actually had several dates with a boy she liked quite well, and who showed something she felt was a little more than just a sexual interest in her. Maybe that was the road to choose after all? But still, she didn't feel very sexually attracted to him, and she actually had all the time in the world, so she was quite clear about her unwillingness to any kind of commitments at that time. Even this he seemed to accept, at least for a while, and she really started to feel that she maybe could have something with this boy after all. They eventually could get married, have children, and everything would be fine.
That was when destiny brought her in the arms of Jean.
Jean Alden was her full name. She was a brunette at about 40 or a little less according to Anne's judgement, with grey- green eyes and a body that still had all features of a fit and beautiful lady intact. She had a most convincing businesswoman- like appearance, using a classical style with jacket, skirt or pants and medium high-heeled shoes. She always dressed correctly, with discrete make- up and matching colours on arm rings, scarf, belts, handbag and shoes. She had exactly the same effect on Anne as Mrs. Langley had had, - maybe even stronger, - only that this time there seemed to be some kind of interest in return. At least that was what she felt.
Ms. Alden was a physio- therapist, who was hired in to a number of education centres in the area for helping to develop or improve fitness and training programs, and having classes in physiology. Ann saw her for the first time when she was lecturing her and other classes about the current plans for their school. She was completely stunned by her appearance, and could not help but stare at her almost all the time.
And it didn't take long for Ms. Alden to notice her. She had seen how the woman's eyes seemed to kind of scan the classes as she was lecturing, almost like she was looking for someone. And at the moment their eyes met, she actually felt that she was homing in on her. It was almost a bit frightening how her interest suddenly seemed to be returned, and her feeling of joy for being noticed got mixed with the nervousness of someone being hunted.
In class Ms. Alden wore a white coat resembling a physicians outfit, covering her usual dress. This gave her an almost doctor- like appearance that added to the image of authority that she communicated. To Anne she was absolutely overwhelming, and she found herself hovering around in the same cloud of wild, lustful fantasies once again, happily letting herself be totally absorbed into this woman's powerful sexual sphere. Mrs. Langley was gone forever, and this new woman took over her place along with the rest of Anne's mind. Obviously the experience was so strong basically due to the fact that she now felt the response in a entirely different way, that the whole thing suddenly appeared as something more than just an impossible dream never to come true, as had been the situation up until then. There was a real possibility in this real world, that this woman in fact could be the one laying on her back and letting her look after her desires. When Anne met her gaze, she could imagine her face, slightly tensed with sexual excitement, looking down at her as she herself lay between her wide spread legs, lovingly tonguing her hard clit and massaging her tits with her hands, feeling small jerks of excitement in her soft belly and thighs. The sheer thought of it made her so hot she nearly had an orgasm right there in class.
Of course she could be misunderstanding the whole situation. There could be
