Sonya propped herself up on her elbow, watching the woman laying next to her sleep. She had a triumphant smile on her face, recalling last night and the culmination of weeks of pursuit.
Julia even accepted the challenge. She must have thought she was safe from Sonya. Shielded behind her husband of 30 years, her children and grandchildren, her professional position, she had been completely confident she could resist a 19 year old lesbian student.
"But you were wrong, weren't you?" Sonya whispered in glee to Julia, and to herself.
From the first day Sonya had taken one of her classes she had wanted her. The much older woman was dressed simply but stylishly, in a blouse and knee length skirt. Standing at her lectern in the front of the hall, as she covered the course syllabus she slipped one foot from her heel, absently flexing her knee. Sonya studied her. The silk stockings that covered her shapely legs, still so attractive at 55. A trim ankle matched the other, and Sonya had taken a deep breath as she imagined them tied to the posts of her bed. Sonya remembered licking her lips and the excitement must have shown through because she saw Julia looking at her. Somehow the female professor had realized her student's intentions even as they crystallized. Julia gave a tolerant smile. Sonya could see her thinking, "Not in a million years, young woman."
Julia had made Sonya chase her long and for most of the fall term. Sonya had made no secret about her intentions. She had spent their first student/teacher conference with her eyes traveling up and down her professor's rounded body, making no secret of her admiration.
Julia had simply smiled and refused to let the young gay woman's interest fluster her. Indeed, Sonya thought that Julia actually enjoyed being thought of sexually. She was sure that Julia's husband, also a professor at the college, couldn't be satisfying the needs of his wife. After all, she reasoned, they had been married so long they were surely in the dreaded relationship rut. Probably didn't do it monthly, and even then it was "Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am". Everyone knew that's how marriage went.
So Sonya kept up the pressure. She wore skimpy outfits to class. She discontinued wearing a bra to Julia's class, even going so far as to remove it in the bathroom just before going in. She made it a point to brush against Julia at every opportunity. Daringly, she pressed her breasts against her arm, knowing the other woman could feel her stiff nipples through the thin material. The resulting gasp made her day.
The term drew towards its conclusion. Sonya knew that Julia was weakening. In spite of herself, it seemed, her eyes rested on the young woman all during class. When Sonya made her almost daily visit to her teacher's office, she could see the older woman's gaze was becoming filled with a reluctant desire. It was time to push.
"We're having an end of course party after finals at my apartment, Ms Julia." Sonya leaned against the doorway of Julia's office. She slipped on foot from her shoe. Slowly she slid the bottom of her foot up and down her other calf. "We've discussed it and it would be great if you would come." Sonya anticipated Julia's automatic protest and blandly issued a challenge. "Of course, if you're worried that something might happen, that you couldn't control your actions, I would understand if you declined."
Julia's eyes were fixed on the movement of Sonya's leg. Startled, she pulled her gaze away and stammered out an acceptance. Sonya took the piece of paper she had previously written her address and directions on and slipped it into Julia's hand. For much longer than it seemed, she held Julia's hand, savoring the warmth of it. She was sure it wasn't her imagination when she felt the other's fingers tighten on hers.
Saturday night seemed to take forever to arrive. The party was well underway when Sonya answered yet another knock. This time it was Julia.
Sonya smiled happily as she invited the older woman inside. Her eyes followed the movement of Julia's body as she followed her to the living room. A black skirt over dark stockings and black heels was complimented by a white blouse. With a wicked grin, Sonya noted the blouse was cut fairly low and the top button was undone, affording a glimpse of a black lace bra and the creamy flesh it held in check.
Julia's arrival was hailed with enthusiasm by the other students. The female professor was actually quite popular with her students. She was an interesting teacher and while she made them all work in class, she graded fairly but with leniency to anyone who worked hard..
Sonya also noted that hers weren't the only eyes drawn to their professor's legs when she sat down on a vacant space on the couch and crossed her legs. Several male students were also absorbed in the sight. They clustered around Julia, lavishing her with genuine, if clumsy, praise and flirtation.
Sonya smiled inward. She made no attempt to make the slightest movement towards Julia. Instead, she concentrated on being a good hostess, and incidentally kept the wine glasses in the area of the couch well filled. She was confident in Julia's ability to brush off amorous male students. At the same time, the flattery was making the comely older woman relax and flirt back somewhat as she emptied more than one glass. As Julia talked freely to all her admirers Sonya simply refilled her wine glass each time she passed without any additional comment.
The evening grew late. Bit by bit the students drifted away, sometimes alone, sometimes in pairs. Sonya closed the door after the last straggler and quietly locked the door. She returned to the couch where Julia was still sitting. She sat down next to the professor, sitting on one leg, the other dangling freely. Her short skirt rode up so far that the older woman was able to instantly realize that Sonya's panties were nothing but a wisp of white lace barely covering the lips of her pussy.
The young student smiled inwardly as she saw Julia's gaze lock between her legs. Now was the time. She leaned over. Taking Julia's face in her hands she kissed her.
For a long, long moment Julia's lips clung to Sonya's. Then, her eyes widened and she suddenly freed herself and stood up. Picking up her handbag, she spoke in a shaky voice. "I think I better go." She backed away towards the door.
Sonya intercepted her. She knew the moment had come. Her arms trapped Julia against the wall and her mouth darted to capture the older woman's lips. She felt Julia's lips part, accepting her kiss for a long moment. Sonya took the handbag, tossed it on the couch and grasped Julia's hands in hers. Walking backwards, she led her quarry into the hallway.
As though realizing the bedroom and the bed lay at the end of the hall, Julia resisted again. "No, no, I can't. Its gone too far. I never thought it would come to this."
Sonya threw her slender frame against Julia's full, rounded body. She slid one hand inside the opening of the frilly blouse and plunged it inside the lacey bra. The other hand dipped to run up the stocking covered leg, pulling Julia's skirt up to the point that Sonya's fingers reached the smooth flesh above the stocking top. She ran her nails along the inside of Julia's thigh. The older woman moaned as Sonya licked her ear and whispered, "No, its gone just where you wanted it to go."
