The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more intense. Chase glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final word of instruction to the young man standing before her.
"All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running until the start of the exhibition."
It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Chase taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.
She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them - nor even anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this way. Chase hadn't had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used for.
Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the edge of the loft. Chase felt her chest tighten with excitement. It was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5'4", she had a petite frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Chase felt her thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up.
"I'm Jaimee," she introduced herself simply once Chase found the stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French manicure. Chase was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they shook hands.
"Chase," she reciprocated. "I teach the upper-level fine arts courses here."
"I know," Jaimee smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. "I watch you a lot."
Chase tried to mask her expression, but Jaimee saw through the attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange.
"I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at the chance to get one of them. I just love art," she explained.
Chase was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but Jaimee had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jaimee a warm smile. "So what is it that you do here?" she asked. "I've been meaning to come take a look up here, but I'm always too busy."
"I work in alumni relations," Jaimee said, then gave Chase a short description of what that entailed. "Mostly, my day is spent on the phone or talking with people," she concluded.
"I've only seen you in passing a couple of times before today," Chase noted.
Jaimee nodded. "I host a number of events as part of the job, so I'm often out of the office or traveling."
"That must be tough on your husband, if you're married," Chase ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a wedding band. Something about Jaimee excited her very deeply, but she guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be bisexual or a lesbian.
"No, I'm not married," Jaimee said wistfully.
"Boyfriend?"
A sour expression crossed Jaimee's face. "If you can call him that, I guess." It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Chase left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic.
"Say, those are great glasses!"
Jaimee smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.
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Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta, and copious amounts of giggling, Chase was lying in her bed. Or perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present, and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the evening. Soon Chase could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.
Chase was not the prototypical lesbian - not by a long shot. Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for makeup, she would never have been called a "dyke" by anyone. But she hadn't been with a man since her first year of college, and didn't have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jaimee's pussy must taste and smell like.
Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Chase hadn't been with a woman in several months - since before leaving France, in fact. Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to herself, is that she didn't have to hide away her toys from prying eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now.
Chase withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander. Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jaimee filled her mind. Chase felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself.
That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining kissing Jaimee's soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough to bring Chase to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo against her oozing gash. She didn't try to fuck herself right away; instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo, letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt.
That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long, steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jaimee's clenching pussy.
**********
Over the course of the next couple weeks, Chase and Jaimee saw each other occasionally. As she had described, Jaimee was often out of the office, and as a professor Chase spent as much time out of the classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible.
Chase learned gradually that Jaimee's boyfriend of the past year, Mitch, left a lot to be desired. It wasn't that he was abusive, or anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn't that Jaimee was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches inevitably left Chase heated and masturbating both in the women's room during the day, and in her bedroom at night.
But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely frustrating for Chase. As their friendship deepened, it became more difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Chase found herself staring constantly at Jaimee's firm 32B breasts, especially on those days when Jaimee wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really felt like she had been "caught", but Jaimee never said anything about it.
One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Chase had noticed that Jaimee was dressed a little sexier than normal, and wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the fruity liquor, Chase couldn't keep herself from making a comment.
"Jaimee, you look great tonight," she said lightly. "What's the occasion?"
Jaimee scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled, she finally responded.
"I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But right before I ran into you he called and cancelled - said there was a game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this shit all the fucking time!"
Chase was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jaimee realized she had stunned her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times in a single sentence, in front of Chase.
Chase struggled to find something to say. From what she had come to believe, this was vintage Mitch, and she felt that the guy was a real jerk who didn't deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself?
