Important note: while there are elements in this story that lay the grounds for a supernatural story sequel, it can be read as a stand-alone lesbian story. In this story you will not find anything supernatural apart from a few things referenced as myth and folklore. Then again, if you're interested, the post-scriptum and the two upcoming sequels will certainly take this story into the mystical.
Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks!
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Kara has never been so nervous in her entire life. She was sitting outside her professor's office on a small wooden chair and had no idea what to expect. Kara was an bioengineering major but had taken a course on occult anthropology almost on a whim. She had always been fascinated by witchcraft and primitive supernatural beliefs, but had never thought she would learn about those things at college.
She had read the syllabus and had been very interested. She had also heard rumors about a special class that was held at midnight deep in the forest around the campus. And, apparently, the teacher was remarkably beautiful, which was a nice bonus for Kara. All in all, this course had seemed, at least in theory, like the perfect way to take a break from her other classes. Once a week she'd relax, have fun with those fun topics and have a high grade on an easy humanities class.
But Kara hadn't counted on the fact that her heart would nearly explode when she saw Miss Lilian walk in class that first Thursday. Kara considered herself bisexual even though she had never had sex with a man yet. So far, even her romantic relationships had been strictly with girls. Kara was convinced that it was just a matter of not finding the right guy even though her friends told her that she simply was a lesbian.
One of those friends, Nina, a lesbian, certainly thought so. The two long nights they had spent together last year had only reinforced her belief. Until that point, Kara had never had as much fun as she'd had during those two nights. She had learned so much about herself with Nina, that she considered those hours with her as a pivotal moment in her life. It hadn't been her first sexual encounters, but it had been dramatically better than the previous ones. At 18, those two nights were highlights of her life.
Despite the passion, it hadn't clicked with Nina on a romantic level. They had remained friends, pretty much best friends actually, after those two nights. Kara had been afraid that Nina's feelings for her would complicate things, but it hadn't been the case. Nina wasn't looking for a serious romantic relationship in any case. So in a few weeks Kara had gained more insight and experience into her own life as well as a new best friend. A best friend with occasional benefits.
Nina had become her new partner in crime at bars and parties, as they helped each other find new lovers. She had even, on occasion, helped Kara seduce guys. Even though Nina was a true lesbian, and even if she believed that Kara was one as well, she didn't mind helping Kara with guys. In fact, Nina thought that with enough bad experiences, Kara would see the light and accept her lesbianism.
When Kara had seen Miss Lilian sauntering to her desk at the beginning of the first class, Kara had wondered if her friend wasn't right after all. Never before had she felt such a strong surge of desire. Miss Lilian had been dressed very conservatively and she had a serious expression on her face. Nevertheless, Kara was struck by her beauty and the aura of feminine confidence she projected.
Despite the non-revealing clothing, Miss Lilian was clearly a voluptuous woman. Not fat, not even chubby. Just purely voluptuous with nice wide hips, a small waist and what seemed like very large breasts. But she wasn't a short, voluptuous woman. "Oh no. There must be at least 5'9" of that goddess!" Kara thought. The fact that she had a thick mane of unbound bright blonde hair above a beautiful face was like a cherry on top. Or, rather, the cherry on top was that she was an outspoken bi-sexual.
Kara had briefly tried to imagine her teaching in the biology department and almost snorted with amusement. All of her regular teachers, the women at least, were very drab. Some were pretty enough, but nothing like this bonfire of beauty. And after a moment Miss Lilian looked up and scanned the class of roughly fifty people. Mostly guys, Kara realized unsurprised. Nonetheless, those remarkable blue-green eyes had grabbed her attention and Kara froze on her seat when Miss Lilian looked at her and held her gaze for many seconds.
What had struck Kara wasn't simply the fact that Miss Lilian was physically gorgeous. Instead, it was the fact that her heart had begun to race during that eye contact, and had kept racing for a long while afterwards. In fact, Kara missed the first five minutes of the class even though she was staring at the professor.
That was how that unique class had begun for Kara four months ago. And now, sitting on a wooden chair outside Miss Lilian's office, it was about to end in disaster. Three days ago everybody in her class had gotten their results on the college's website. Everybody except her. Instead of a result on the website, she had gotten an invitation to Miss Lilian's office. She had scored an A on the midterm, a result that would help her average. But while the mid-term had been an exam, there wasn't a final exam in this class. Instead it was a dissertation on a subject of her own choosing.
She had chosen, perhaps unwisely, to work on futanaris. Kara had been pleasantly surprised to see that Miss Lilian wouldn't only talk about witches and pentagrams and the Middle Ages. Instead, she had offered them an extremely varied tableau of many different types of weird and occult beliefs from all over the world. And those futanaris, coming mainly from Japanese culture, had caught her attention. "Hyper-feminine magical creatures with impossibly large breasts as well as massive cocks should grab everybody's attention!" she had thought.
Of course, she hadn't told anybody else in class that she was working on that subject. As Miss Lilian talked about them in class, a large proportion of the students had laughed or snickered, clearly uncomfortable with the highly sexualized subject. She had talked about it with Nina, who had sighed and teased her. "Of course you'd choose an hyper feminine creature with a huge cock!" she had said. The two had laughed about it, very late one night as they shared a bed.
Besides Nina though, she hadn't told anybody else. Well, anybody else except her teacher, of course. Saying it to Miss Lilian had been a peculiar experience. Kara was self-aware enough to know that her infatuation with her her professor (especially because of her hyper-feminine presence) had played a big role in her choice of subject. And, to her annoyance, Kara hadn't been able to read Miss Lilian's expression when she told her that she would work on futanaris. It had been a quick discussion after class, with everybody else having already left. Miss Lilian had paused for a few seconds, looking into Kara's eyes, and had given her a small smile. "Perfect!" was all she had said.
But now, a month later, Kara was nervously biting her lower lip outside Miss Lilian's office. If she had thought it was funny to work on futanaris at first, she didn't anymore. At all. In fact she knew she was on the verge of tears. She had done her very best on that dissertation, had poured her soul into a subject matter that had surprisingly fascinated her and she had never failed a single class in her life. She couldn't understand what hadn't worked. She had been so passionate about the subject, as weird as it was. She had even been profoundly touched by those mythical creatures.
Kara started when she heard Miss Lilian calling her name. When she closed the door behind herself and sat on the chair opposite Miss Lilian, Kara realized that she had never been alone with her. They had spoken a few times in class or after class, but never all alone like this. Behind a closed door. Despite her nervousness Kara realized that her professor's beauty was overwhelming. She cursed inwardly "Why did she have to wear that top!" as she glanced at her professors's very low cut blouse. "And why did she decide to remove her blazer? She took a deep breath to try and calm her heart.
When she looked up at Miss Lilian, she was surprised to see a puzzled look and a smile on her face. "Why are you so nervous Kara?"
Kara was taken aback and remained silent for a moment. "Er... I don't know... I'm pretty sure that the fact that my grade wasn't on the website means that..."
