Vanishree, was petite although she always evoked those usual glares from guys around. Migrating from a small town to a buzzing city wasn't easy although she had begun coping up with the ordeals of being a part of the cosmopolitan. She wasn't feeling humiliated anymore whenever guys took advantage of the overflowing crowds in the buses by playing with her tits, even if they got longer and harder. She has felt enough hardened bulges pressing against her ass while she traveled standing and getting squeezed inside the buses. Honestly, she was getting immune to those lusty grips of men on her body and started wondering if there was anything more interesting than letting men play with her flesh. That was until she met Mrs.Ashima, her instructor at the CADD institute.
Vanishree remembered the entire class coming to a stunning silence as Mrs.Ashima walked in for the first time. Soon, the male students had switched over from Vanishree to Mrs.Ashima although she was almost twice their average age.
Vanishree was convinced that Mrs.Ashima was perhaps the hottest female she had ever come across. Mrs.Ashima almost stood at 5'8" which made her look so imposing in the company of other females in the institute. She seemed to be working very hard to maintain her physique as her sexy curves were just a matter of envy for most of the female students. What started of as a mere admiration was soon turning out to be a sexual desire, although it took some time for Vanishree to realize that she had been nurturing a lesbian desire.
Vanishree had been lured into lesbian adventures by some of her room mates before which were mostly one sided affairs giving pleasure to only those who fell at her. It was perhaps the first time that Vanishree herself was curious to go on her own to lure a female with sexual intentions. Vanishree often watched Mrs.Ashima's her bra visible beneath her light blouse and sighed thinking about the prospects of laying her hands and mouth on those wonderful pair of breasts concealed in cloth.
Mrs.Ashima was equally impressed with Vanishree; after all Vanishree was one good reason for the male students coming regularly to the classes. Being a sexually fulfilled woman, she looked upon Vanishree as just another student in the class. But it didn't take much time for Mrs.Ashima to discover that Vanishree had other ideas. She watched Vanishree moistening her lips, stare at her with widened eyes, as some guys used to do . Although, it was a bit embarrassing for Mrs.Ashima, she reconciled to the fact that the girl must be starving for sex which is quite normal at her age and with a little bit of counseling, she would be back on track. She decided to invite Vanishree to her house to have a one to one talk about what she feared was disturbing her young student. Vanishree was more than willing to be there though with entirely different intentions.
After a few exchange of pleasantries, Mrs.Ashima decided to hit the nail on its head.
"Vanishree," Mrs.Ashima spoke gently. "What do you think of me?"
Vanishree remained silent for a while. She wished she could tell instantly about what she thought of her tutor; that she got wet at the very thought of her; she felt something drifting between her thighs whenever she looked at Mrs.Ashima; she badly needed to lure her tutor into lesbian sex. But, only moments ticked as Vanishree was searching words in the air to describe what she felt about Mrs.Ashima.
Mrs.Ashima pitied the young, innocent student who looked like getting off the tracks by nurturing desires that weren't expected of her. She let a long sigh before talking again.
"I know that you are somewhat disturbed." She looked straight into Vanishree's eyes as she spoke. "I can see some immature lust in your eyes; similar to those perverted male students in the class. I can't tell you how cautious I am not to give them even the slightest clue. They would ravage my modesty like beasts."
Vanishree remained quiet as Mrs.Ashima continued.
"I have been watching you biting your nails in the class while your eyes are pinned on my body. I have seen your chest swelling up and down many a times as if you are heaving for breath. I am twice your age and I know what all these means."
"Ok," Vanishree interrupted. "Tell me what you think of me."
Mrs.Ashima smiled briefly. "You are a good student."
Vanishree smiled wryly as she said, "I wasn't asking about that Madam."
Mrs.Ashima realized that her student was making an attempt to make her indulge in a sexual conversation. It was odd although but she decided to let Vanishree go ahead rather than abruptly terminating the conversation.
"Well. You are a nice looking young girl," Mrs.Ashima winked at her. "I noticed on the first day itself; you are such a cute girl; somewhat innocent; I thought you might be having plenty of nuisances in the bus."
