It is recommended to read the earlier chapters for context, but it is not required. I provide a recap with relevant details at the top of the story.
There are some morally dubious elements in this story. It is meant to be a pure fantasy and not an endorsement of such behavior in real life. This is meant to be sexy, not instructive. All characters are eighteen or older.
Comments are greatly appreciated and inspire me to continue the story.
For those of you who haven't read of my previous exploits, my name is Kate and I am a voyeur who can only orgasm while watching unknowing people engaged in private activities. While I had the pleasure recently of tasting my beautiful resident advisor's pussy, I still consider myself a virgin as I've never experienced climax with another woman. My sexual development as a voyeur began when I realized I could observe my neighbor, Ana Flores, from my treehouse. I watched her have sex with my old teacher, Lisa Xu. Since then I've conducted various other clandestine activities that violate the privacy rights of some beautiful women who love other women, and sunk deeper into my obsession. My talent for engineering and technology has aided me in these exploits and furthered my depravity.
In the previous chapter, I detailed the story of how I spied upon and eventually seduced a woman named Susan, finally losing my virginity the summer before my junior year of college. While I did say I wouldn't meet her again for some time, I did not entirely lose contact with Susan. Our contact was infrequent, as Susan had said she was very careful with her private life during the school year. She taught at a Catholic school, and she was very clear that she was clandestine during the school year. As such, I was not to contact her unless prompted.
Still, every few months or so, she would send me a picture of her nude, freckled body, often with her hand tucked between her legs. I would respond in kind with a video of me masturbating, using the blue vibrator she had gifted me, calling out her name. It was a fun, dirty little secret, and I even confided in my good friend Henry that I had lost my virginity to a woman in her late twenties, and that we occasionally swapped nudes. Geeky Henry was, of course, in awe, and he and the other engineering kids seemed to start expecting me to turn into a lesbian casanova, with one conquest after another.
Well, that wasn't exactly what happened.
While I had strutted into campus that fall with the confidence of a recently deflowered woman, it turned out that confidence faded away when I realized that I was the same geeky girl I always had been on campus. The girl who had so suavely stalked and seduced an older woman over the summer regressed into the meek engineering girl who spent her time tinkering with her devices. And, of course, continuing to spy on the girls of her college. My perversions in that regard never ended, and I still have footage of every pretty girl on campus in my archives, with meticulously logged details about their bodies, preferred masturbation techniques and sex positions, as well as stimulatory patterns.
There was one girl in particular who I was infatuated with, and with whom I soon became obsessed: Anna. Anna was a petite half white, half Asian girl with pretty dark eyes and a large bosom, made all the more prominent by her small size. She had been in my dorm freshman and sophomore year, and I had spent many hours watching her in the showers from my hidden camera, strumming my clit with desperate, aching fingers. I knew the way she liked to pleasure herself, with nipple stimulation and teasing of the labia, followed by clitoral play with her thumb until she reached orgasm. She even occasionally teased her pinky finger into her asshole. And no matter how many times I watched her play with herself in the shower, I never got bored.
So, I was quite devastated when I got to school in my junior year, and found out she had moved off campus, into an apartment with two of her sorority sisters. I turned my new vibrator on and masturbated miserably as I reviewed old footage, playing with myself and going right to the edge and back for a while, before I finally reveled in a mournful orgasm. I thought that would be the end of it, that I would have to find a new girl to obsess over.
Deciding to embrace my queer identity a little more openly (if not my voyeuristic pervert identity), I enrolled in a class called Queer Femininity in Art and Literature. Definitely a shakeup from my usual engineering courses. It was a small class, with maybe only twenty students. I arrived early on the first day of class and pulled out my notebook, drawing up a haphazard organization structure for how I intended to follow today's class.
"Hey Kate," a voice said beside me.
I looked up, and my jaw dropped. Heat prickled in my face. "Hi... hi, Anna," I said, licking my lips nervously. She looked even better than I remembered, in a tight sweater and white jeans, and to my great shock and thrill, she sat down next to me, tossing aside a tress of dark brown hair. "How was you summer?" I managed to stammer out.
"It was great! I went to Paris with my family, and then I did brief mini-internship at a bank in New York." She smiled sheepishly, still looking very cute as she did so. "I mean, like, I'll be honest, my dad knows a guy there. And it was kind of boring, but not as bad as I thought. I might try it out, if I can't do anything else with my econ degree."
"Cool," I said, struggling to form words, and doing my best to avoid looking at her chest. "I, uh, I was in Colorado. Some random town in the middle of nowhere."
"You were working for that camera guy, right?"
I blinked. "How did you know that?"
"Oh, Luke told me," Anna said, laughing. More students were filing in, as the professor began to set up in the front of the room. She was a grey-haired, severe looking woman dressed in a tweed coat and a pantsuit. "Sorry, I guess that was a little creepy, he just mentioned it at this party I was at on welcome weekend. You know Luke, right?"
"Yeah, of course." Luke was one of my engineering friends, but he was way more social than I was. He was probably trying to get with Anna, even though he knew I had a crush on her. I felt irritated, but then I wondered... why was he talking about me with her? "I mean, it wasn't as exciting as Paris, but the town was really pretty, and the guy I worked for, he's a genius, honestly. I learned so much about building and testing out cameras."
"Yeah, Luke told me the guy was kind of a big shot. That's a really impressive internship to get as a sophomore, Kate!" Anna was sweet and genuine. In a way, she reminded me of Susan. My cheeks grew hotter. Oddly enough, the way the two women masturbated was completely different. Susan never let anything come near her ass, and she always slid her fingers inside of her pussy before clitoral stimulation, while Anna waited until she was almost...
I shook my head. My panties were dampening, and this was no topic to be thinking of when I was in class. "Well, it's cool... like, that we're in the same class. Since we're not in the dorms together anymore."
Anna grinned. "I'm really glad I know someone here!"
She was just so goddamn cute. I felt so dirty knowing that I had violated her privacy repeatedly, that I knew such intimate details about her.
"Good afternoon, class," the professor said, clearing her throat. Afternoon sun shone through the high windows in thin beams, but the room still felt dark and gloomy. "My name is Professor Shannon, and this Queer Femininity in Art and Literature." She went on to detail the curriculum, which covered the entire gamut of sapphic content in art and literature, beginning with Sappho and progressing to modern queer artists making art today. Our final project would be to create our own artwork expressing Queer Femininity.
As I took notes, I snuck occasional glances at Anna. Why was she in this class? I had seen her bring boys back to the dorms before. I had always thought she was straight. If she noticed me looking, she didn't let on. She took notes diligently, and focused on the professor, answering questions. For the time being, I decided that she was just a curious student. I didn't have the courage to ask just yet.
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When I finally asked a few weeks later, she laughed.
