At the age of twenty-five, I'd finally got my life together to go back to university and finish my degree. I was living with my new partner, Allison, who was also a student. We'd been together for six months when we moved into to an apartment.
I'd been an open lesbian since I was seventeen and Allison was the best lover I'd ever had. We were on our way to becoming the best of friends. Always wearing her blonde hair loosely, she was twenty-three, 5'11" with a 34B cup bosom that stood out on her tall thin body. I'd been with several women before, but Allison and I "hit it off" and I thought I had found the love of my life.
Where Allison had a happy and carefree personality, I was always serious and depressed. With shoulder length hair, I wear glasses and always look serious to people who don't know me. I have a nice figure on my 5'8" frame. I've gotten my share of looks from both men and women with my 35B cup bosom. The big difference between us was that I was secure with my body-image and Allison wasn't. Any hint that I wasn't happy with her body got us into trouble.
Things changed for us when I noticed my economics professor, Prof. Lisa Banks starring at me before her lecture. Actually, I caught her starring at me a lot. She was an older woman, fifty-eight. She was small, at 5'5" but had an elegant and very feminine air about her. Her hair was always had a nice perm and she wore expensive suites with jewelry. She wore a lot of makeup that gave her a healthy tan look even she had pretty wrinkles around her eyes. To look at her, you knew she was a professional woman but you always knew she was someone's mother. She also looked like the confident stylish woman every lesbian was attracted to.
I was curious about her starring. I'd been a lesbian long enough to know a stare from a leer. Out of curiosity I went to talk to Prof. Banks in her office. She was polite and happy to see me. We talked about general things besides the course she was teaching. To my surprise, she invited me to lunch the next day.
It wasn't long before we were taking small walks around campus at noon and drinking coffee late in the day. I caught her starring at me many times but I was too frightened to confront her about it.
Later, I began to fantasize about the older woman. I liked the way she carried herself and her feminine ways. I wondered what it would be like to kiss her and make love to her. Actually, I became obsessed with my fantasy and caught myself thinking about Lisa when Allison and I made love. To take away my guilt, I introduced Allison to the professor during one of our lunch meetings. My partner got very angry when I hinted to her about my attraction to the older woman.
After a few months I thought I was going mad. Prof. Banks wanted me to spend more time with her but we never talked about anything important. She kept starring at me but patronized me as if I were her daughter. I was really getting pissed off at her.
Finally, during one of our walks, I took her hand. I loved her hands. They were so delicate looking with her aged skin, nail polish and the large gold wedding rings she wore. The older woman pulled her hand away, almost offended by my gesture. I got angry and told her to meet me in her office.
We walked without speaking to her office. I shut the door and locked it
"I think you're attracted to me, but you can't admit it," I said, not hiding my anger. "Stopping fucking around, you miserable bitch. I'm not a toy, you know"
"I'm sorry, Sherri," Lisa said with fear in her voice. "I can't be seen with you holding hands, in public."
"Oh fuck that shit," I yelled. "Are you attracted to me?"
I could see the older woman wasn't going to talk about it. Before I let her speak again, I hugged her and kissed her on the lips. I could feel her resist but I would not let go. Instead I eased my tongue into her mouth, tasting her red lipstick. I pushed it in despite her attempts to close her mouth. But her resistance was weak. I could feel her relax and soon enjoy the kiss. I pressed our lips tightly together.
The smell of her perfume and the first taste of her mouth intoxicated me. To my surprise I became sexually aroused quickly. I had never kissed an older woman, certainly not as old as Lisa. There was something taboo about it and it intrigued me and excited me sexually. I could feel my sex tingle and my nipples hardened against my bra cups. I wondered if Lisa was feeling the same.
Finally, we stopped kissing. I looked the older woman in the eyes.
"I've wanted to do that with you for a long time," I said bluntly. "I hope you can admit that."
"Yes, she said, still gasping for breath. I've wanted to do that but you have to understand, I'm not in position to explore such things. I'm a person in authority and..."
"Oh shut up you bitch," I cut her off in a stern voice. "You can't admit to what you want when it is staring you in the face. We're going to kiss again, this time do like you mean it and stop fighting me. You're only harming yourself."
Lisa was shocked at my tone but inside she liked the strong language and the idea that I was taking control.
I put my mouth over hers and launched my tongue between her dainty thin red lips again. Instead of resistance I felt her lean into me. We explored each other's mouth and enjoyed the tastes of our kisses. My hand moved from her back, up her side, and planted itself over a breast. I caressed her blouse trying to feel her nipple. Lisa had small breasts and I could feel she was wearing an underwire bra for support. My hand seized the entire breast and massaged it. Instead of resisting, Lisa gave out a long sigh. She gave no indication she was as sexually aroused as I was. I could feel the wetness in my panties and my tits harden. I had always fantasized about making love to an older woman and here I was doing it with one of my professors, a woman of fifty-eight!
"Did that feel good, Lisa?" I asked. "Please no more superficial garbage. Just tell me what you feel."
"Yes, I like it Sherri. It's all too new to me. I mean, my daughter is older than you."
"Oh shut up, you stupid bitch," I replied sharply again. "You always have excuses. Did you like me touching her breasts?
"Yes, you have a very soft touch, dear."
Saying no more, I kissed her blouse on the crest of her breasts. I could feel the bra underneath so I pushed my tongue against it. I bit into a fragment of the fabric making contact with her nipple underneath.
"Oh, Sherri," Lisa sighed, "that feels so good."
The older woman was afraid to admit her own pleasure. Lisa pressed my head against her bosom and I opened my mouth wider to grab a sizeable portion of her cupped breast in my mouth. I had never done such a thing before but I was wild with arousal. My urges seemed uncontrollable as I sucked on the woman's covered breast. I felt Lisa's nipple swell underneath her bra as I bit into it. She didn't seem to mind the stain my salvia was making on her dark blouse. Instead, she massaged my neck under my long blond hair, gently encouraging me.
When I stopped, we kissed again. For a moment, Lisa let her passions out and we embraced tenderly and lovingly. Our breathing became heavy but we paused as we heard footsteps outside the office door.
I was very aroused and I wanted to cum. I decided to do what I wanted even if it shocked Professor Banks.
"Lisa, I'm very aroused and I want to make love to you right here and now. I know we can't do that. You're probably too uncomfortable but I would like to masturbate. Have you ever watched another woman masturbate?
