Elena's Tales – Part 4
It had taken all summer, and well into autumn, with several visits to the stylist, but Elena had finally achieved the look she had been wanting. Standing in front of the faculty bathroom mirror, she admired her reflection as she ran the brush through her strawberry-blonde waves.
"So much better than jet-black," she sighed. That experiment, though done at the suggestion of a young lover, hadn't gone over well with Elena's friends or family. The big Scandinavian woman just didn't look good in black hair, no matter how she had styled it. And bleaching it out wasn't much of a help, either. In the nine weeks of visits to Paisley Park, she had gone through the progression, her hair getting lighter with each visit as well as each bit of growth. She had thought about going to an auburn shade, or maybe a red, as suggested by another of her occasional lovers, but decided against it. Still, she didn't want to go with her original blonde either. And with the gray beginning to show more as she aged into her forties, okay, she was past forty-five now, she settled on the strawberry-blonde look.
Putting her hairbrush away, Elena retrieved a tube of lip stick from her purse. She carefully reapplied the deep red to her lips. In the mirror's reflection, she saw a pair of hands come around her torso and grab hold of her heavy breasts through the material of her top.
"That was fucking wonderful," sighed the woman now standing behind her. Elena felt the weight of the other woman press against her back, the pair of soft breasts crushing into her from behind.
"I had hoped you'd like that," Elena responded. With her lips completed, she turned around to face her fellow faculty member. Glenda Van Winkle closed the gap once again and draping her arms over Elena's shoulders, pulled their lips together. Both women enjoyed the lingering kiss. Though Elena was much taller than Glenda at 6'1", leaning back against the bathroom counter with her legs partially spread brought her down to Glenda's 5'8".
"I'm glad you're going to working on campus full-time now," Glenda admitted. "That way I'll get to enjoy more of you like this."
"You have a kinky streak in you, don't you?" Elena stated more than asked, something she herself had. Having sex in public places was indeed one of Elena's greatest thrills, since she first started enjoying younger women after moving to Regal Bay.
"I never knew such pleasures until you showed me what I'd been missing, lover!" Glenda replied. Again they kissed. Glenda purred, "Your breath smells like my pussy," between kisses. "And your tongue tastes like it, too. Not that I mind."
Glenda and Elena had been occasional lovers for several years. In fact, Glenda was far and away Elena's longest relationship since her divorce. Glenda Van Winkle, daughter of Gloria and the late Hugo Van Winkle, was 41 now, just 3 years younger than Elena. Glenda was also married. Her wife, Sandra, was much younger than either of them at only 30, and very much a contrast to Glenda. Sandra was a tiny woman, plain in appearance and shy in company. Glenda had often bragged about how great Sandra was in bed, often turning into a wildcat, she always said. In her marital relationship, Glenda was the dominant to Sandra, taking the masculine role. With Elena, however, Glenda had always willing submitted to the older woman's desires and direction. Elena had never had the pleasure of sampling Sandra, and yet certainly hoped to in the near future.
"You'd better get going," Elena said between kisses. They were both beginning to lose control, and very well might never leave the bathroom. "Don't you have a three-thirty lecture?"
Glenda removed her hand from the front of Elena's crotch where it had slipped to rest, sighed and stepped back. "You take all the fun out of it, you know?"
"I thought we just had twenty minutes of fun in that stall," Elena laughed.
"Well, next time I want to be on the floor, between your knees, with a dildo in my hand!" Glenda responded. "God! My cunt is still vibrating!"
"You can take care of that yourself when you get home," Elena reminded. "Or have Sandra do it for you."
"Sandra doesn't like being on the giving end when it comes to toys," Glenda admitted. "Only on the receiving end."
"I'd like to see that!" Elena laughed, even though she also meant it as an offer.
"Someday, you just might, lover," Glenda grinned. After a final kiss, Glenda grabbed up her own purse and headed out. She had just six minutes to get to the lecture hall, two buildings over. For Elena, she had already finished her work in the library for the day.
After a brief stop in her office adjacent to the main library floor, Elena headed for her blue Camry and the short drive into town. It was Friday afternoon and she needed to stop in at the main public library to check in on her new hire there; Zoya Malina. With an increase in the budgets of both the public and the school libraries, Elena was able to hire a full-time librarian at each facility where she had directed, relieving herself of much of the duties as well. She had been allowed to hire one of the university grad students, Ananya Kalita, to her former position in the high school as well. Although she still maintained some control of both the high school and the public libraries, Elena was now spending nearly all of her time on campus.
The drive home was easy and Elena was at home in her condo by six-fifteen, with a glass of wine in hand and music on the stereo. At seven, right on time, Barbara Freeman rang the doorbell. By seven-twenty, Elena had her 20-year-old guest naked and lying in bed.
Barbara was a stunning beauty, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She was athletically lean and fit, with breasts no larger than oranges. Elena had met Barbara as a freshman student at Regal Bay University, little more than a year ago. Barbara was enrolled in the College of Liberal Arts and was on a studies path to become a librarian. This in itself was enough to draw Elena's sexual interest in the girl. Barbara's admitting that she was a lesbian shortly after their first meeting didn't hurt, either.
