Author's note: Everyone in this series is over 18.
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I awoke a few minutes before the alarm would have gone off.
My heart was racing.
My pussy and the sheets were wet again.
It had happened before, rarely from Dean's cum dripping from me, but never from just me alone, well not until I met Michelle. Now it was happening almost every day. I was finding it harder than ever not to give in to my need for sex or at the very least to play with myself. I slipped out of bed and started into my normal routine but I had trouble concentrating then and for the rest of the day.
My inability to concentrate got even worse that week. Several times, I lost track of where I was and a few people asked me if I was okay. I felt lost and confused all week. I wanted to see her, I needed to see her, we texted, sexted really, sometimes the texts were so hot I had to escape into the washroom in the office to get off, one day I was in the bathroom four times masturbating. Each day I was masturbating more as my need for relief seemed to be insatiable.
It was only finally on Friday when my phone buzzed and I realized Michelle was calling me that things start to improve.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind me calling you at work, but I couldn't stop thinking about you and didn't want to wait until Tuesday."
My heart just about burst through my chest, everything seemed to come back into focus and suddenly all of my senses seemed sharper and multiplied by ten.
She was feeling the same way about me.
"I can't stop thinking about you, I'm finding it hard to focus," she said quietly into the phone as if she was calling me from somewhere public.
"I know, you are all I can think about too," I replied, suddenly aware that the thumping I could feel was my heart beating.
"I wanted to apologize for attacking you in the car, you must think I'm a horrible slut, I'm supposed to be your professor," she said.
"No!!!!!!!, it was great, don't apologize, I think you're awesome," I almost screamed in response.
"You liked it then?" She laughed and I could picture her eyes smiling.
"Yes, very much, and besides you really are instructing me, you are the first woman I have ever kissed like that ever, I feel like you have opened an escape doorway out of my routine and boring life."
"I feel that way about you, but you need to know I have been with other women, and a few men too," then there was a pause, and I heard her inhale.
Then she continued, "But Nancy, you're married, nobody I've been with before has been." It wasn't a question or a statement, it just was.
"Michelle, I don't want to worry about that, for the first time since I can remember I am excited, it's like someone turned my passion button on."
She giggled, "Yes I think it was that little button called your clitty, if I remember."
I replied, "Anyway, Michelle, don't let bother you, let's see where we go, we can talk about that later, so don't apologize; Tuesday night was the best night I can ever remember."
"I don't want to wreck your marriage Nancy, I know this is not what you signed up for when you took my course and I feel guilty," she said and I could hear the upset in her voice."
"Michelle, until I met you, I felt trapped and alone in my marriage, that's not your doing, you make me feel amazing and it's been a long time since anyone has made me feel this way, so I am not upset at all with you, I couldn't be happier."
"Good, I would have hated it if you were upset, I have another class in a few minutes, but I needed to talk to you, to hear your voice and now I feel better. Can I text you later?"
"You better," I said a little louder than I likely should have as several people in the office turned and looked at me.
"Miss you," she said and she was gone again.
I got more work done that afternoon than all of the other days combined.
Later when I arrived home, I found a note from my boys, "Dad called, he is working late and we have a ball practice, we'll get a ride with him when it's over."
I sat at the table in the empty house, several minutes passed then my phone buzzed. It was a text and attachment from Michelle.
"I hope you don't mind me sending this. I wanted to wait until we talked and I feel so much better now so I thought I would send this to you. Your drawing from your first class inspired me so I drew you, I hope you don't mind, I couldn't wait until Tuesday to give it to you."
My thumbs couldn't open the file quickly enough, my phone took a minute to open the attachment, and I realized it must be a picture. Without thinking, I sent it to our printer and in a few seconds, I was holding a drawing.
I was glad I printed it out, it was incredible, lifelike but she managed to capture the sensuality I longed for, looking at it I had never pictured myself actually so sexy.
As I looked at the printout, small shocks of electricity coursed through my body. I was surprised at how young she had drawn me, just like the students in the class.
"Is that what I look like?" I asked to the empty room. My own perception of myself was not what looked back at me. I was realizing how wrong my self-image was and starting to appreciate that maybe I wasn't just a "soccer mom," I was an attractive and sensual woman. I was a woman who wanted and needed an outlet for all of the pent-up desires that had been buried for so long.
It took me a second to realize that in looking at my eyes and face, I had completely ignored that she had drawn me naked.
I wasn't sure how long I looked at the picture, imagining Michelle drawing me, looking at me with those amazing green eyes, the way I had looked at her that first night and every class since. I imagined her eyes seeing my naked body and them sparkling as she looked into my soul with a mixture of desire and longing.
I started undressing without a conscious thought, not caring or noticing I was in our kitchen. Using my fingertips lightly touching my skin, running softly along my arms first, then across my shoulder blades. Clothes dropped to the floor without thought or care. Moving in small and then larger circles my fingertips touched, caressed, and fondled my breasts and hardening nipples. All I felt was the electricity and pleasure flooding my body.
Soft moans rose and fell without my noticing, on an uncharacteristic whim I climbed onto the empty harvest table and lay across its surface. The wood surface felt cool to my hot body as I stretched across the table that less than twelve hours ago had my kids and husband eating breakfast at it.
Michelle's picture slipped from my grasp as that hand and fingers joined my other hand in exploring and touching my body.
My mind continued to imagine Michelle working on the drawing, getting hotter herself while she drew, and my fingers circled and then moved into and around the center of my thighs. I felt blood engorging my petals as they spread open to receive what my mind imagined were her fingers.
