Authors note: This is a continuation of the story that began in my first story "For Vicki".
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Several weeks had passed since that first encounter on parent teacher night.
Several weeks of emotional turmoil for straight, middle aged wife Victoria.
Several weeks where hardly a moment went by when she didn't think about that night with Ruby.
That night where she had experienced lesbian sex for the first time.
And what a first time it had been. If she had come one more time, she thought she would surely have dried up completely and been blown away on the wind.
She had never experienced such physical joy, such a physical release. Years of pent up frustration had flowed out of her that night, all at the hands (or more correctly tongue) of her daughters hot young lesbian teacher.
Miss Ross. So young, so many years her junior, but still able to teach her things about herself that night that she had never imagined.
But she had not seen her again since that night. It was not like she could or would expect to just casually run into one of her daughters teachers. There was just no real opportunity to see her again, but still the void was almost unbearable. She needed to see her, to at least talk through what had happened between them. But there was just silence. Like it had never really happened. A dream.
Then one day her daughter casually mentioned that Miss Ross had been on leave. Apparently dealing with some personal issues. She wasn't sure when she would be coming back.
And that was all the news she had, until today. Until the letter arrived.
It was from her. Somehow she knew, even before opening the envelope and pulling out the handwritten note.
"Dear Vicki,
I hope it's ok to call you that. I wasn't sure if you preferred Vicki or Victoria. I prefer Vicki, I hope you don't mind.
First, let me apologize for disappearing so suddenly. Believe me, it was not by choice.
After our night together, all I wanted to do was see you again. I spent the next day thinking of ways to have you come back and see me after class.
But then my life turned upside down. My mum died. She had been sick for a long time, so it was not unexpected. But it still shook me up. We were close. I did not have the greatest childhood - my father abused me when I was young. When my mum found out, she took us away that very day and I never saw him again.
My mum raised me and my brother by herself. She worked two jobs so we had food on the table, but it was still pretty rough.
I fell in with a bad crowd as a teenager, did drugs, experimented with all sorts of things. I guess it was me acting out because of what happened with my dad. But my mum was always there for me when I came crawling back home, looking for the comfort of a roof over my head.
She meant so much to me, so it has been very hard coming to terms with her not being around anymore.
I can't believe I have told you all that. I know we only had that one night together, but I feel like I know you. I know you are someone I can confide in, someone who will not judge me like so many others have in my life.
I am sorry for burdening you with all my problems, but I really have no one else to talk to.
Thank you Vicki. I look forward to the day I will see you again.
Love,
Ruby."
Victoria sat down and cried. She wasn't sure what brought it on, but she bawled her eyes out. She wished Ruby was there with her now, so she could put her arms around her and comfort her.
She did the next best thing. Ruby had included her address on the letter, so she started writing her back. It was little more than a condolences letter, but she offered herself as a shoulder to cry on.
Over the next few weeks, they wrote to each other almost daily. No sooner had Rubys latest letter arrived, than she was writing straight back.
They talked about all kinds of things. Ruby's troubled upbringing, how her father had sexually abused her when she was young, how he had regularly bashed her brother whenever he had tried to protect her. Her battle with drugs (which she had now put behind her), her early sexual encounters with boys, then her gradual experimentation with girls, and her many girlfriends.
For her part, Victoria's life seemed almost mundane by comparison. But she found herself opening up to Ruby more than she had opened up to anyone before in her life. Opening up about her dreams, her marriage, her family. Mostly talking about the things that were missing in her life - romance, excitement, something new.
It was not like she had a bad life, she had to admit. Her husband was a good provider and he loved her more than anything. But they had been together for over 30 years, and like all long term marriages, some of that early spark and romance had disappeared.
That night with Ruby had rekindled something in her she thought she had lost, or maybe never had.
The one thing they never talked about in those letters was that night they had spent together. The night when Ruby had brought Victoria to multiple orgasms, licking her pussy and clit so expertly on the lounge in the teachers common room. It was like their relationship was already at another stage. But that night, and the pleasure it had brought both of them, was always there, in the background. An unspoken secret they shared.
Then the letters stopped. It had been almost a week since her last one, and Victoria was starting to worry that something else was wrong. But then her daughter came home from school and said that miss Ross was coming back the following week, just in time for the end of year school dance.
The days leading up to the dance were excruciating. Victoria had already volunteered to be one of the parent supervisors, and she knew from her daughter that Ruby was planning on being there as well. So, after that one night together, the extended absence and all the letters since, they were soon going to see each other again.
Finally the night of the dance arrived. Her husband was busy at work, and planned on staying overnight in the city. Her daughter had already planned to stay at her friends house that night after the dance, and her other two children were also at parties/sleepovers. So, she was effectively on her own tonight, once the dance was over. But would the night end that way? She pushed the thought from her mind.
She didn't know what to wear. She was never a very adventurous dresser - preferring more mature, comfortable clothes that she thought suited who she was. She had a fuller figure, with larger breasts and a big bottom (both of which her husband loved) but which she never thought was well suited to dressing very sexy.
But she was conscious (too conscious) of what Ruby would think when she saw her. Ruby had a sexy style that was very much her own. She just looked so sexy and confident. Helped of course by her perfect body and beautiful face.
Would Ruby take one look at her in her sensible jeans, comfortable top (with just a hint of cleavage showing) and suddenly come to her senses and realize she had made a mistake about this middle aged straight house wife? It was more than she could bear to think about. Should she try to look a bit sexier? It was a dance after all.
But ultimately, her inate insecurities won the day, and she wore what she had always intended to wear. She knew she couldn't really pull off the sexy look like some women can, and deep down she hoped that Ruby would see passed that to the person wearing the clothes. The letters they had shared over recent weeks gave her confidence that Ruby wasn't that superficial, but the fear of rejection kept nagging away at her.
Her daughters friends mother drove them all to the dance. Victoria's stomach was full of butterflies the entire time. She had not been this nervous since her first date with a boy back in high school, all those years ago.
She wanted to tell herself to stop being so ridiculous and act her age. But she had to admit she was enjoying the excitement, the anticipation. What would the night bring?
The school dance hall was full of teenagers when they arrived, with disco lights placed here and there to provide some illumination in a room that was otherwise quite dark. Victoria soon lost sight of her daughter, who ran off to join in with her friends.
Victoria met up with the other parents and teachers who had volunteered to supervise that night. To her disappointment, Ruby was not amongst the group, and she could not see her anywhere in the dark hall.
The night wore on, and still there was no sign of her. Victoria didn't know what to think. Had she planned to come and just changed her mind, or did she never plan to come in the first place. Did she not want to see her again?
She walked out of the hall to get some air in the school grounds. There was a boy and a girl behind the hall making out in a quiet corner, and Victoria had to intervene and tell them to get back inside. She wasn't sure in the dark but she thought the boy had his hand inside the girls top. She was thinking to herself that maybe she should report them to the teachers inside, when the sound of a motorbike caught her attention.
It was Ruby, pulling into the teachers car park.
She didn't know she rode a motorbike. But she had to admit the sight of her on it only made her sexier.
Ruby hadn't seen her in the dark, and Victoria watched her as she peeled off her leathers. She was wearing skin tight jeans that showed off her perfect arse, and a top that showed off her pert young breasts and something else. A large tattoo was visible just below the sleeve of her top. Victoria couldn't make out what it was in the dark, but whatever it was, it just added to her sex appeal. Topped off of course by her short blonde hair, shaven down one side.
Standing there in the dark, spying on this gorgeous sexy creature, Victoria couldn't believe that she had actually had sex with her. Victoria, the straight, middle aged mother of three, had been fucked by that beautiful, hot as hell young lesbian. The young lesbian who had actually had her tongue between her legs, a tongue that had made her cum, and cum, and cum.
Victoria knew she had become infatuated by this outwardly confident, sexually aggressive but vulnerable and insecure young woman, who had opened up to her about her troubled life. And she in turn had confided more to this young girl than she had confided to anyone before.
In just a short period of time, she had gone from being a straight, middle aged wife and mother, to experiencing lesbian sex for the first time, to now becoming emotionally involved with a woman many years her junior.
She walked over to her. Ruby looked up and saw her coming, and smiled. It was that smile that melted Victoria's heart. All her insecurities about the age difference, what clothes she was wearing, the fact she didn't have a prefect figure, all washed away in an instance.
She just wanted to be with her.
"Hi Ruby."
"Hi yourself Vicki."
Ruby reached out and took her hand. Just looking into each other's eyes. Drinking in all the emotions that had passed between them since that night. A deep appreciation of who they each were. What had started as a sexual spark was now something much deeper. A bond. A realization that they could each be the others chance at fulfillment.
That smile again. No words. She smiled back, in that self conscious way she has. Not caring if anyone else saw them holding hands in the dark.
"How's the dance?"
"Ok, nothing too exciting."
"Want to stay or go?"
"Probably go I think. Just let me tell my daughter I am leaving."
