Pam Slater had never been interested in women until she met Yuki Nagaku, the new student teacher.
It was teacher orientation, a week before the school year began. The day began with a group meeting in the school cafeteria. Pam was in line for the coffee urn, when someone said, "Hello, Mrs. Slater."
The speaker was a young Asian woman in her early 20s. She was tall and slender with an athlete's body and long straight black hair flowing like silk down the back of her perfectly-tailored suit. Something in her flashing dark eyes suggested a mischievous kitten.
"Call me 'Pam," please." She smiled and held out her hand. "You must be Yuki." Pam was going to be Yuki's supervising teacher.
"Hello Pam." Yuki took Pam's hand. "I am pleased to meet you." Her touch was electric. Pam had never felt it with a man, not even her husband John, and certainly not with another woman.
"I am excited about teaching the third grade." Yuki's English was perfect, with just enough of an accent to sound exotic. "Many of my nieces and nephews are that age."
"Good. That gives you a little idea what you're getting into."
"Oh, I am sure it will be quite challenging and surprising." Yuki's smile broadened. "I like surprises and challenges." She looked into Pam's eyes. "Don't you?"
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Yuki was an excellent teacher, with an instant rapport with the students. Working with her was a joy and Pam looked forward to the time they spent planning and reviewing lessons and teaching practices.
Along with professional respect and a growing friendship, Pam felt something else with Yuki. A definite sexual attraction. She knew that Yuki felt it, too. The younger woman was flirting--looking at Pam with playful kitten mischief in her eyes and touching her delicately on the shoulder, cheek, arm, wrist . . . even her thighs and butt.
Yuki's clothes were impeccably professional, but still tailored to show off her long muscular legs, trim butt, and pert breasts. Pam wanted to peel her out of those modest outer garments, down to the sexy lingerie Pam was sure Yuki was wearing, and do naughty girl-on-girl things with her, although she wasn't sure what lesbians actually did.
It was a Friday, two months into the school year. Pam was having a "special" night with her husband John, so she stayed late to finish her paperwork. Yuki also stayed to decorate the classroom with the new month's theme.
Yuki finished pinning photos to the corkboards and got her gym bag out of the closet. "I am going to go running now." She bent over the desk and kissed Pam on the cheek. "Do not stay too long."
Pam shook her head. "No. Just a few more minutes."
"Good." Yuki smiled and touched Pam's cheek--tenderly, like a lover. "Have fun with your husband."
It was Pam's turn to grin. "Oh, I will." Even after 28 years of marriage and four kids, her stud husband still got her red hot. And she had some sexy new undies for him tonight. "I always do."
Two minutes after Yuki walked out the door, Pam felt a sudden urgency. She shouldn't have had coffee so late in the afternoon. She hurried to the teachers' lounge and stepped into the ladies room. It was a little place, with a toilet, sink, a small table, and a straight chair.
Yuki was standing in front of the sink, stark naked. "Pam!" She looked startled, but didn't make any attempt to cover herself. Her breasts were small and firm, like Pam's, with little nipples set in dark pink quarter-sized areolas. She didn't really need the translucent half-bra she'd just set on the counter, beside a matching pair of panties.
"Sorry." Pam rushed to the toilet, lifted her skirt, and pulled her panties down. "Got to pee."
"It is quite all right." Yuki smiled softly. "I will continue dressing." She took a sports bra out of the gym bag and put it on, then turned to examine her reflection in the mirror. "Do you think this fits properly?" She turned to Pam, touching a breast with a thumb and index finger.
"Looks all right to me." Pam tried to concentrate on Yuki's bra, but her gaze kept drifting down to the sexy Asian girl's hairless vulva. It was so different from her own neatly-trimmed pubic thatch. Childlike and yet intensely erotic. "Is something pinching?"
"It just feels . . ." Yuki fingered her breast while looking steadily at Pam. ". . . odd." She shrugged. "I guess it will be all right for today."
Pam tried not to stare as Yuki put her panties on, lifting one leg and then the other, unselfconsciously displaying her prominent pussy lips. They were so different from the smooth slit between Pam's legs. The temptation to reach out and stroke those little rolls of flesh was almost irresistible.
"It is all right to look at me." Yuki smiled. "Athletes are not self-conscious about our bodies." She stood still in front of Pam, dressed only in her sports bra and matching panties. Pam tried to say something, but her mind was blank.
Mercifully, Yuki smiled and turned away, then bent over to reach into her gym bag, stretching her panties over her beautifully-sculpted buttocks. She pulled out a tee-shirt and running shorts and dressed quickly.
Pam had finished peeing. She reached between her legs with a piece of toilet paper to catch the last few drops and shivered at the contact between her finger and her pussy. She was wet down there and it wasn't urine. Her nipples were tight, too.
Yuki sat on the straight chair and put her socks and shoes on. Pam stood up and adjusted her own clothes. "Well, back to work," she said, trying to ignore her moist panties. "Have a good run."
"Oh, I will." Yuki kissed Pam on the cheek. "Have a wonderful night with your husband." She picked up her gym bag and left, leaving Pam staring at the closed door.
Pam stayed still, contemplating her reflection in the mirror. She looked good for a 55-year-old woman with four kids--tall and slender, with long legs, small breasts, and a handsome face that had maintained a quiet beauty while the pretty teenagers she'd grown up with had faded.
She reached between her legs and cupped her pussy through the sexy Victoria's Secret panties she liked to wear under her prim schoolteacher clothes. The fabric was soaked. John could get her that wet, pulling off the road at night to play with her pussy, but just looking at a woman . . .
She ran a slow finger up and down her slit, stoking the fire in her loins. Then, she laughed nervously and yanked her hand away. Here she was, masturbating like the teenage boy she'd caught in the girl's room while she was in high school. His name was Roger. He'd had a crewcut and severe acne. His erect cock had been short, thin, and pale, with a mushroom-shaped head, oozing clear fluid from its tip. She'd stared at it in horrified fascination for a few seconds, then bolted from the room.