Chapter I
Jordan Taylor locked the door to her dorm room and cried for two days. She alternated between hating Professor Janet Simister PhD., the woman who dumped her, and hating herself for falling in love with someone who treated her so badly. Jordan was more than halfway through her freshman year and just wanted to leave school; to leave the embarrassment, the shame and the heartbreak behind her.
Then she thought about her parents. They would be so disappointed and angry at the money she would have wasted. This thought brought on a fresh torrent of tears.
Jordan was a freshman at Colgate University in upstate New York. She had gone there straight from graduating high school in Clinton NJ. Jordan was quite a shy but otherwise normal teenager; in high school she had spent a lot of time studying and did not go in for the usual competitive sports popular among girls. Jordan's passion had always been the outdoors; she had worked three years as a summer camp counselor and in the previous summer she managed to secure a coveted internship with the Park Ranger Service at Yellowstone.
By her senior year Jordan was not cheerleader pretty but overall, she was quite content with her looks and figure. At 5'8'' she was tall for a girl and had a slim athletic build. Her dark brown hair was so curly it was almost kinky, and she had let it grow well past her shoulders. Her face was longer and pointier than round which, with her thick brown eyebrows, gave her a sort of mischievous look. With her slim build she could often get away with sports bras or none at all.
Owing to some Italian ancestry on reaching puberty her body hair grew rapidly. By the time she graduated from high school, her bush, if left untrimmed, was a wild tangle of black hair. To her embarrassment her black hair spilled out from her crotch, down her inner thighs, up to her navel, and pretty much covered the inside of her butt crack. She found it especially tedious to have to shave or wax her legs and underarms every couple of days; it was so time consuming that at the age 14 she gave up and vowed never to shave again. She also had a thin line of dark hair above her upper lip which was barely visible and could be made to disappear by applying peroxide. If she forgot to do that or if she didn't bother, a small mustache would appear within a week.
During high school she had dated several boys and had lost her virginity at 14. But by 16 she had begun hanging around with the more fluid gender crowd at school and had some lesbian experiences. She dated a few girls but avoided serious relationships. Jordan was a down to earth, practical girl; her experimentation with lesbian sex did not exactly change her world, but it did convince her she preferred pussy over cock.
Frosh week is a tradition for freshmen at most American Universities, and it consists mainly of parties for new students and an opportunity for different clubs, organizations, sports, sororities and fraternities to recruit new members. The only one which interested Jordan was the Colgate Outdoor Club, which was dedicated to activities like hiking, rock climbing, kayaking and skiing. She attended their orientation meeting, and the first activity the club had planned was a hike along part of the Allegheny Trail. To Jordan it seemed like a fantastic expedition and she was glad she had brought her camping equipment from home.
Twelve students, a mix of boys and girls, signed up for the Outdoor Club hike. Professor Janet Simister, a 49-year-old teacher in the French Studies department volunteered to join their group as chaperone/safety officer. When the group carpooled for transport to the hike starting point, Jordan drew a ride with Janet.
For Jordan the Friday morning of the hike was a rush of packing, buying last minute items and getting to the campus on time. She had not met the teacher before and the two were well on their way in Janet's car before Jordan could relax enough to take a good look at the woman driving her. Janet's ash blonde hair and coiffed side bang hairstyle made her look a bit younger than she was, but she had that look of authority she'd be recognized as a teacher anywhere. Her nose was large and her figure was good and evidently well cared for. Though she was a bit thick around the middle her large breasts gave her an unmistakable hourglass figure.
Professor Simister (call me Janet) turned out to be a charming woman who seemed genuinely interested in her passenger. Jordan noted the woman frequently took her hand off the wheel to touch her whenever she wanted to make a point.
Jordan had dated enough lesbian women to listen to what her 'gaydar' told her. There was no question Professor Janet Simister was flirting with her. 'But what should I do about it?' She wondered.
Jordan needn't have worried. Janet Simister had already planned all the necessary moves - she had plenty of experience seducing young college students.
"How did you enjoy Frosh Week Jordan?" Janet asked. "A pretty girl like you must have had scores of men chasing you. Did you meet any nice ones?"
"It was OK, Janet. A bit too much of a party for my taste. And quite a few guys came on to me, but they were disappointed. I mostly play for the other team." She said.
"I'm glad to hear that dear!" Janet told her. "That's a choice I made when I was your age. Never looked back even though it was a little more controversial then than it is today."
"Do you have a partner?" Jordan asked.
"No, not at the moment." Janet replied. "And you?"
Jordan shook her head and asked: "how did you come to be a French teacher, Janet?"
Janet told Jordan how she had fallen in love with France as a young exchange student and decided to have a career that would let her travel to that country on a regular basis.
Jordan, who had only ever been as far as Montana and who had never been outside the continental United States, was very impressed. The older woman went on to tell Jordan about her adventures as a student in France and of some of the romances she had experienced. The younger woman hung on her every word and questioned her extensively about life in France and Europe. She was more than a little in awe of Janet.
"If I were younger I would do it all over again, and I would love to take you with me!" Janet said, joking.
"You don't need to be younger," Jordan said. "I think you are very attractive the age you are." She instantly regretted saying this because she thought it made her look foolish and her cheeks became red with embarrassment.
Sensing her discomfort, Janet put a hand on Jordan's knee and said: "It's OK my dear, I think you are very pretty and smart, and it's quite OK to have a crush on your teacher. It happens all the time at college."
They were quiet with their thoughts for a while.
As they approached the jumping off point for the hike, Janet asked: "Jordan, did you bring a tent?"
"Yes, I brought a one person through-hiking tent." She answered. "And you?"
