"What are you looking at, Dr. Jennings?" Lakesha asked pointedly.
I froze.
I was a successful, middle-aged female physician and I had just been caught red-handed staring at my daughter's roommate's tits.
Lakesha was twenty-one years old. She was a beautiful, brilliant light-skinned black girl who had roomed with my daughter, Sabrina, for all four years of college. They had both graduated a few weeks ago.
Lakesha had already been accepted to medical school and was visiting our house for one last week of summer fun before beginning her studies at the local medical center where I practiced. By coincidence, my daughter would be attending the same school to study pharmacology, so the two would remain roommates in graduate school.
Lakesha had been a frequent guest at our home over the years. I had watched her blossom from a shy, skinny college freshman to the capable and accomplished woman she had now become.
She was also a knockout.
Lakesha stood about five feet-seven inches tall. Her hair was currently pulled back into neat braids and gathered into a pony tail behind her head. She had huge brown eyes, chiseled cheek bones and a perfect pixie nose surmounting full lips and perfectly straight white teeth.
Her body was a masterpiece.
Her breasts were large and firm and perfectly shaped. Her stomach was flat, her waist narrow, her hips flaring out perfectly atop the loveliest pair of well-shaped, mocha colored legs I had ever seen.
All week, I had been sneaking glances at Lakesha as she frolicked in the pool with my daughter. I couldn't seem to take my eyes off of her. I found myself lingering in her presence around the house, awkardly engaging in meaningless banter and small talk just to extend my time in her orbit.
I had even masturbated thinking about her.
I had no idea where this school girl infatuation with my daughter's friend had come from. I had never been with a woman in my life, not even in college. I couldn't explain my feelings. I only knew I found myself utterly captivated by Lakesha's sublime beauty and grace.
Now, we found ourselves alone in the pool house.
It was the last pool party of the season. I had stepped in to the pool house to get some towels for Sabrina's friends. It was a small, close space with cedar benches along one wall. I had just collected some towels when Lakesha emerged from the changing room, catching me completely off guard.
My heart rolled over in my chest when I saw the bikini she was wearing.
The white bikini top barely covered her breasts. Her large nipples were clearly visible through the sheer fabric as the twin mounds of her bosom strained against the tight confinement of the skimpy top.
I stood there staring at her chest, unable to look away, holding my breath as time stood still.
I felt my pussy pulse.
She saw me ogling her and called me out.
I had been caught. There was no doubt about it.
At the sound of her voice, I tore my gaze away from her breasts and looked up at Lakesha's face.
She was looking at me intently, a bemused expression on her pretty face.
I flashed her a quick smile, trying to regain my composure.
"What, honey?" I asked lightly, trying to play it off.
"I said what are you looking at, Dr. Jennings?" she repeated, looking straight at me.
I tried to rearrange my facial features into an approximation of maternal innocence.
"What? Oh, hi, Lakesha. I was just staring into space there for a second. I came in here to get some towels."
I held out a fluffy white towel from the bunch I was holding.
"You need one?" I asked, my voice cracking guiltily.
But Lakesha was having none of it.
She slowly moved to position herself between myself and the door, then turned to face me, her hands resting on her hips, smiling openly now, obviously enjoying my discomfiture.
"It looked to me like you were staring at my tits, Dr. Jennings."
I laughed awkwardly, and tried to look away, but she held my gaze. She tilted her head and cocked an eyebrow.
"Are you a lesbian, Pamela?" she asked bluntly, addressing me by my first name for the first time.
"What? No, of course not, Lakesha," I replied primly.
"Because I've had a few women look at me that way, Pamsy, and they've mostly turned out to be lesbians."
"What? Stop, Lakesha. Don't be ridiculous," I replied, laughing nervously and gazing longingly at the door over her shoulder.
"Besides, I'm married," I added demurely.
"A lot of those women were married, too, Pamsy," she replied coquettishly. She was clearly toying with me now.
I bristled. I was not going to let a girl half my age talk to me like this in my own home.
"Please stop calling me that, Lakesha," I said stiffly, affecting righteous indignation.
Lakesha stepped forward until she was standing directly in front of me. She leaned in and sniffed the air theatrically. Her smile widened.
"You think I haven't noticed you following me around like a puppy dog these last few days?"
"I...don't know what you're taking about," I replied lamely, trying to maintain her gaze.
Without another word, Lakesha reached behind her back with both hands and untied her top, letting it fall to the floor.
"All you had to do was ask, Pamsy. You can see my tits any time you want."
I stood there, unable to move, my breath catching in my throat, and stared at her naked breasts.
They were spectacular.
The twin orbs were light brown and perfectly symmetric. They were firm and well-shaped, without a hint of sag. Her nipples were brownish purple, the size of silver dollars. As I watched, Lakesha cupped her breasts in both hands, offering them up for my inspection. I watched, transfixed, as her perfectly proportioned nipples stiffened before my eyes.
I continued to stare, unable to look away. I heard a low moan escape my lips.
"Put the towels down, Pamsy," she ordered casually.
I bent down slowly and placed the towels on the floor, my eyes never leaving her breasts.
I stood before her, mesmerized, unconsciously licking my lips.
Finally, I looked away and coughed.
