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Dr. Janice Clifton had spent the entire semester fielding the squabbles and complaints. The new faculty member had left a trail of rancor and envy through the halls of the science building at the university. Jan had pushed through the offer of a post to Dr. Marisol Olvares, and hard feelings had not been ameliorated by Marisol's autocratic and haughty style. Only careful diplomacy averted mutiny.
Jan's fervently loyal administrative assistant, Frances, had kept her up to date on the rumors and scuttlebutt. The most accepted hypothesis was a kickback from Olvares to the chairperson in exchange for the position. The faculty knew full well that Marisol had left Modulagen Corporation with cash, stock and options. The free rein given in research space and assistantships was thought to have been bought.
The truth was simpler. No financial conspiracy held sway over their administrator; basic biology did. Jan had been inexpressibly thrilled when she required new brassieres. Her pale breasts were blossoming as new tissue swelled beneath her light pink areolae. The broad, flat area between her breasts was developing into a distinct cleavage between her expanding tits. Her loose blouses and dresses concealed the changes, but she knew that the difference would be noticeable before long.
She and Marisol had worked out an elaborate system of meetings so that no pattern of rendezvous would be noticed. Once Marisol rented a cabin at a state park well outside of town. Jan drove up early Saturday morning and rushed in to find Marisol waiting in bed for her.
The warm fluid filling her mouth nearly aroused her to the point of wetting herself. Jan sucked hard as Marisol fondled Dr. Clifton's burgeoning breasts and tweaked her hard red nipples. Marisol refused to kiss Jan, much less suck her tits or eat her pussy. The Latina received the attention, unsatisfied until the lanky redhead had gone down between her smooth, almond-brown thighs to drive her clit to orgasm.
The encounters were short and increasingly frustrating to Jan. She yearned for a mouth to service her. Masturbation released the tension but was a shadowy substitute for satisfaction. Marisol was pleased to see the hormonal and libidinal changes working in her superior - an ironic term, she'd think with a smirk. Watching Dr. Clifton wetting her fingers and rubbing herself as she tongued Marisol's dark-lipped cunt gave Marisol a feeling of real power.
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Jan pulled into the driveway Friday afternoon. Marisol was gone for the weekend so she would have to distract herself as best she could from considering the urge to suck those firm brown breasts. As the sun began setting Dr. Clifton changed into her running shoes and shorts as well as her larger sized sports bra. A university t-shirt and a scrunchy to pull her hair into a ponytail completed the outfit. Her fair complexion gave her reason to avoid the sun, but she had kept running since her track days in high school. Her stature made her a candidate for basketball as well as track, but she was a more accomplished runner.
Jan stretched and warmed up before her run through the affluent neighborhood she and her husband, Stuart, lived in. He was still on sabbatical, but come the end of this semester he'd be flying back from Europe. What a surprise he'd be getting!
Jan started her run. She didn't like running on concrete and asphalt, but it was too convenient. She had a long waist, so her thin muscular legs weren't as long as one would expect on a woman of her height. The weather was warming so beads of sweat speckled her forehead before very long. After turning a few street corners Jan felt the traces of perspiration over her tiny paunch and running down the small of her back. Jan smiled; she could feel the bounce in her larger breasts.
Two blocks over Jan circled back in the direction of her house. Here at the edge of the subdivision was a small woodland with a creek. The area had been left wooded for natural flood control. Up ahead to her left she saw Dina Kraft retrieving her mail. Dina was sweet, but she talked forever and inevitably retold the story of her divorce and how her kids stayed with their grandparents most of the time and how handsome her newest lover was.
Damn, she was waiting for Jan to run by the house. She had never learned that you don't stop suddenly on a run. Dr. Clifton wondered how she could avoid her pesky neighbor.
"Jan, are you blind?" Jan had been so focused on the obstacle ahead that she hadn't noticed the figure waving at her from the woods. Phyllis lived three houses down from Dina and had crossed the street to walk by the creek. Jan cut down the path into the woods and left a perplexed Dina standing in the street. She slowed her pace and began her cooling down routine. Phyllis was sitting on a boulder by the running water and knew enough to wait while Jan eased down to a walk.
"Nice evening for a run, but it'll be so hot soon that you'd better switch to mornings," Phyllis said. Phyllis and her husband were both well on in their careers, and their children were either married or in college. She had many smile lines on her jovial face, and her love of good food (including her own cooking) padded her with just a few extra pounds.
"Do I get to stop for breakfast?" Jan had caught her breath enough to speak.
