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Reesa sighed as she slid down into her chair. The day seemed as though it would never come to and end. Teaching was a stressful, if wonderful, job in the best of times, but today had run her ragged. Mondays were always like that – everyone, students and staff both, were still on weekend time and all had difficulty getting down to work. Of course, this being the week before Spring Break made it all the more difficult for everyone to concentrate. Today was the last day that Reesa wanted to sit through a meeting, but Dr. O'Connor, the district superintendent, demanded that each of the schools have monthly staff meetings.
"I wonder whose bright idea it was to schedule this the week before spring break," Reesa muttered as she pulled herself out of her chair. "Mondays are bad enough, but do they really think we want to hear all about the latest building improvement committee minutes?" She sighed again. All she wanted to do was to get out of there so that she could go see Shanda again and explore their budding relationship. This lesbian thing was pretty new to her, but she felt more in touch with Shanda than she had with any man she had slept with. All she wanted to do was go and explore Shanda's lush body. "But, no," she thought, "instead I have to sit through an hour of new guidelines from O'Connor's office." The classroom where the meetings were held was a large, double-sized room. Normally it was used for some of the larger honor's classes that were team taught by two teachers, but with the entire staff stuffed inside, the room felt positively claustrophobic. Reesa managed to find an empty desk and slid inside.
"What's on the menu for today?" she asked Bob, the math teacher sitting next to her.
"Not sure. Nobody is saying much." Bob seemed rather flustered and Reesa could see why. Normally, the meeting room would have been a loud mass of talking teachers digesting the latest gossip as well as the cookies and coffee provided by the cafeteria. Today, however, an unusually tense silence had settled over the room. Most of the staff sat silently and those who did speak spoke in apprehensive whispers. Just then Dr. Angler, the principal, walked up to the podium. He was flanked by Dr. O'Connor and a well dressed woman that Reesa recognized as the mother of one of her students.
"If I can have everyone's attention," Dr. Angler began, "I would like to get the meeting started. You may have already noticed that we have been joined today by Dr. O'Connor and Mrs. Hyde. Jessica Hyde is a student here at Millstadt and her mother came to me last week with a concern. It seems that Jessica has been reading some materials that her mother does not think are appropriate."
Dr. O'Connor stepped up to the microphone and waved the audience back to silence. "The material that Mrs. Hyde is referring to is a romantic suspense novel. While the bulk of the novel is fairly tame, there is one scene in the book where the heroine and her lesbian lover have sex for the first time. The book is not part of the curricula for any class, obviously, but never the less, the district is disturbed that such a book found its way into the school library. The district has been working in concert with the Hyde family to find a solution and we have decided to appeal to our staff to help us protect our students. We would like each of you to make a list of all texts that are currently part of the school library or even the curricula that you feel are not appropriate for our students to have access to. Once your lists have been completed, the district will compile a list of the most objectionable books and they will be removed from the school."
"Are they really talking about what I think they are talking about?" whispered Reesa.
Bob had a look of excitement on his face. "I certainly hope so. I know of several books that have no business being in this school. Smutty romance novels, people having sex with vampires and werewolves, children practicing magic... abominable!"
Reesa couldn't keep the shock off of her face or the sarcasm out of her voice. "Yeah, God knows we don't want teenagers learning about relationships or using their imaginations – and don't get me started about that tramp Dorothy traveling with three grown men to go meet a wizard! What kind of school are we running here anyway?" Reesa couldn't believe that such a bigoted, small-minded point of view was coming out of Bob's mouth. She had always thought that he was an intelligent and thoughtful man.
"So let me get this straight," Shanda said as she slowly rubbed the almond oil into Reesa's shoulders, "they are not only getting rid of the book that this poor girl was reading, but they want the staff to suggest other works that ought to be added to the bonfire?"
"Basically, yeah."
"But, I mean, we are talking about really dirty stuff, right?"
"Yeah, really dirty stuff like, oh, 'Lysistrata' by Aristophanes, the poems of Sapho, 'The Awakening' by Chopin... really dangerous stuff that no one has the right to read!" Reesa turned around and glared at her lover. "Besides, it shouldn't matter if they are reading smutty romance novels or Kafka! People have the right to decide what they want to read! We are educators and we shouldn't have to accept this!"
Shanda could feel the heat of annoyance and passion rising from Reesa's ivory skin. "You're right. What are you going to do?"
"What can I do? I set up a meeting along with some other concerned staff and Dr. Angler, but he really can't do much. He has to follow Dr. O'Connor's rules just like the rest of us. Once again, we peons have to bend over and take it up the ass!"
Shanda smiled and began to rub the delicate oil into Reesa's shoulders once more. "I know you are frustrated, baby, but you can only do so much. There are a lot of really good hearted people out there who just have a fucked up way of looking at the world. Anything that doesn't work for them is evil. Only thing you can do is try to educate them – besides, isn't that what you do best? Or second best anyway," she laughed huskily.
Reesa sighed and relaxed under the diligent fingers kneading the stress away. The fire in the grate warmed the room and she could feel her body growing more and more relaxed. Shanda seemed to know all of her tight spots and her fingers found each and every one. Reesa settled closer into the crux of Shanda's thighs and leaned her head back against her warmth. She was utterly relaxed when her lover removed the lacy bra that covered Reesa's voluptuous breasts.
"Mmmm," she murmured, "Going to do a little frontal massage are we?"
"Well, I want to do a good job." Shanda dripped the fragrant oil over the rosy peaks of Reesa's large, pink nipples. Just as the oil was threatening to drip down onto Reesa's navel, Shanda smoothed her hands over the soft flesh. At first she rubbed and massaged lightly, barely working the oil into the delicate skin, but as the minutes passed she began rubbing more aggressively. Reesa's head had dropped back against the pulsating warmth of Shanda's pussy and she could smell her dampness through the perfume of the almond oil. Shanda poured more oil into the palms of her hands and began working it into Reesa's nipples. She rolled the taut skin between her slick fingers and then tugged them hard. She began working her lover's breasts like huge udders, pulling on the responsive skin as if urging sweet milk to pour into her hands. The harder she pulled on Reesa's nipples, the more Reesa moaned with growing passion.
"You like that, don't you?" Shanda whispered against the side of Reesa's neck. "You like me to play with you rough like this."
