9 comments/ 77305 views/ 50 favorites Becky's Lips By: HeyAll Part 1 of 3: Face in the Crowd Snow fell on the college campus. Exam week was almost over. Most of the students had already gone home to be with their families for the winter. Linda, the history professor, walked towards her car. She was an elegant and respectable woman. She had recently been named chair of the history department, which was the highlight of her academic career. Guiding students had always been her passion in life. A cold gust of wind blew and she shivered. On her way to the car, she saw a young female student sitting on the sidewalk wearing a sweater and jeans. The student was busy texting on a phone with her head down. Linda took a few steps towards the student to get a better look at her face. It was unmistakable, the student was in Linda's most recent American history course. Linda recognized the student from her long thin arms & legs, her brown hair, and her upturned adorable nose. She was a cute girl with a face people could remember. The student couldn't have been older than 18 or 19, Linda estimated. Linda was used to having over 100 students in a class, and most students simply became a face in the crowd which she couldn't remember. But there was something recognizable about the young woman. There was something special about her. "You're a student in my American history class, aren't you?" Linda asked. The young student stopped texting and looked up at the professor to smile. "Yeah, I am." "What's your name?" The student stood up and extended a hand shake. "I'm Rebecca. My friends call me Becky. It's nice to finally talk to you in person Professor." "Please, call me Linda." "Sure. It's so weird calling professors by their first names." Linda smiled at the girl's politeness. "Did you just take a final exam?" "I did," Becky replied. "I took your history exam. It was a little harder than I expected, but I think I did okay." "You'll be fine. So what are you still doing here Becky? It's freezing." "I'm so stupid," Becky said playfully. "I got the dates mixed up when I booked my flight. I'm stuck here for a couple days, and I was just texting my mom about it. I have to buy a new plane ticket soon." "I know what that's like. We all make mistakes." "Well, my mistake is costing me a lot of money. Like I said, I'm an idiot." "If you were an idiot, you wouldn't be attending this university," Linda joked. Becky nodded. "Good point professor. I mean, Linda." "Anyway, it was nice talking to you. It's always good to see students outside of the classroom. I'm sure you did well on my exam." "Thanks. Enjoy the holidays." "You too. Bye." They politely shook hands again, smiled at each other, and Linda turned to walk towards the parking lot. After a few steps, Linda looked back at the student, who continued to text on the phone. There was an innocence about the student standing in the cold that Linda simply couldn't ignore. "Are you waiting for someone?" Linda asked. "It's so cold out here." "I'm waiting for the bus, which apparently is going to take another 10 years to arrive." Linda thought for a moment. "Come on, I'll give you a ride." "Oh, no, I can't. I don't want to bother you." "Where do you live?" "In the apartment area, about 15 minutes that way," Becky said, pointing down the main street. "It's no trouble. I'll give you a ride. I insist." Becky smiled, put the phone in her pocket, and gladly followed the professor. *** The drive to Becky's apartment was silent at first. Linda had violated her own personal rule of getting too close to students outside of campus, but she couldn't let the student sit in the freezing cold. It was unconscionable, so she made an exception. "Do you live alone?" Linda asked while driving. "Or do you have a roommate?" "I have a roommate. We've been close friends since high school. She left yesterday, so I'll be alone until I can get a flight out of here." "I still remember being a college student. I shared a dorm with a roommate. Then later I lived alone. I preferred having a roommate. It was more fun." "You've got that right," Becky replied. "The next few days are going to be a real drag." "You'll survive." "What about you?" Becky asked. "I don't see a ring on your finger. Are you dating? Any kids?" "I'm divorced. I have a son who's currently attending college on the other side of the state. He lives with his grandparents right now." "So you live alone?" "For the past two years, since he moved out." "What do you do for the holidays then?" "I drive to meet them on Christmas," Linda replied. "It's a three hour drive. On New Years, they drive down to my house." "Sounds cool," Becky nodded. "And you? What are your holiday plans?" "Well, assuming I can get a ticket to go home, I'll spend the holidays with my parents and my younger sisters. Then I fly back here before the next semester starts." "That's great. Family is important." A few moments passed and Becky pointed towards her apartment. "There it is," Becky said. "Thank you so much for the ride. I really appreciate it." Linda pulled over and parked the car. "Don't mention it. It was really no trouble." Becky got out of the car. "Take care! And enjoy the holidays!" "You too. Email me if you need anything these next few days. The news reports say there's a small blizzard coming." Becky smiled, "I might have to accept that offer professor. My refrigerator is nearly empty and I'm almost out of money. See you around!" With that said, Becky closed the car door and quickly ran inside her apartment building as more snow began to fall. Linda watched the young student until she made it inside. Strangely, giving the college student a ride was the highlight of Linda's day. She enjoyed being around the exuberant young woman. It made her feel young again. ***** Two days later. Linda spent her early morning at home with chores & work. She did some cleaning, cooking, and laundry. There was a large pile of student essays on her desk which she had already begun to grade Every so often she would check her email, which she would receive a lot of. With the amount of students she had, it was common for her email to be flooded throughout the semester. After the semester had ended, most of her student emails were well-wishes and positive feedback. An email caught her attention as she browsed through her account. It was titled, Thanks for the ride. She instantly knew it was from Becky. She clicked open the email: Hi Professor, It's Becky. You gave me a ride the other day when I was sitting in the cold waiting for the bus. Thanks again! It meant a lot to me. I also wanted to let you know that I was able to get a flight in three days. Unfortunately, all of my friends are gone and there's nothing to do since the weather is so bad. Are you interested in spending time together? I know you're busy but I'm sure you could use the company. Let me know if you're interested. If not, that's okay. All the best, Becky A warm feeling came over Linda. In all her years of teaching, she had been invited to socialize with students before, but she always declined. She never wanted to cross a certain line with students, no matter how much she enjoyed their company. But in this case, she was willing to make an exception. There was something attractive & alluring about Becky. Moments later, Linda received a facebook friend request from Becky, which came through her email. Linda went to her facebook account and accepted the request. She then explored Becky's profile. The college student had a large album of photos, which confirmed what Linda already knew, that Becky was a free spirited young woman with a lust for life. Becky was pretty, with girlish eyes and womanly lips. In a way, Linda found herself admiring the student's fun loving attitude. Linda replied to the email after some thought: Becky, It's nice to hear from you. I'm glad you were able to get a flight so soon. I don't usually meet with students outside of campus but I have plenty of extra time this week and I would be interested. Let me know what works best for you. Linda Not long after the email was sent, Linda received an immediate reply from Becky, giving the location of a nearby restaurant so they could meet for lunch. Linda accepted the invitation. *** Lunch was casual and friendly. Linda and Becky mostly made small talk as they ate their sandwiches. Afterwards, they both agreed that they had been spending too much time indoors for the past few days, so they bought some hot coffee and they took a short walk around the park. It was another cold day, but this time, both of them were prepared for the weather. They both wore thick jackets and winter clothing. After a brief walk, they both sat down on a bench while they continued drinking their coffee. "This was fun," Linda said. "I normally don't spend time with my students outside of campus." "Why not?" "It's not very appropriate in my opinion. The university also discourages this sort of thing. The dean is afraid of lawsuits, you know, students suing claiming they were sexually harassed. It's happened before." "I promise I won't file any complaints," Becky said playfully. Linda smiled, "I didn't think you would." "But seriously. You're a cool person. You're probably the best teacher I've ever had." "Now you're just trying to flatter me." "I'm completely serious," Becky insisted. "Well thank you. It's always nice to hear that." "Have you always wanted to be a professor?" "Ever since I was young," Linda replied. "I'm very lucky to be able to do what I love." "That's great." "What about you? Do you have any career goals?" Becky thought for a moment. "I'm interested in anything involving communications. I've always been told that I'm great with interaction." "I agree. You have a very endearing personality." Becky smiled, "Now you're the one trying to be flattering." "I mean it," Linda smiled back. "You're enjoyable to be around. I've enjoyed your company. It's certainly better than staying at home all day with no one to talk to." "Why are you still single anyway? You're really pretty, for your age." Linda was slightly offended by the age comment, but she took it as a compliment nonetheless. "I was married for a long time. Close to 15 years. We married right after college and I thought we were soul mates. But a few years ago, he decided to run off with someone else. A young woman from his office." "That's horrible," Becky sighed. "That's not even the worse part. The younger woman was a former student of mine. It was like an extra kick in the gut for me. I couldn't believe it." "He sounds like a real asshole." "At the time I thought he was the perfect man. It was really hard for me to get over. I still don't think I'm fully over it yet." "You're better off without him," Becky reassured. "Trust me, I know a lot about dating and relationships. If you put yourself back on the market, you'll have plenty of handsome men knocking on your door, despite your age." Linda was once again miffed by the age comment, but she tried to ignore it. "I've dated a little. I haven't been able to find the right connection with anyone though. Chemistry is extremely important for me, no matter how handsome the guy is." "Have you tried women?" Becky asked. "Excuse me?" "Never mind. I'm just saying, it doesn't hurt to broaden your horizons." Linda looked uncomfortable. "Maybe so. Anyway, it's starting to get cold. There's a snow storm later tonight. Are you going to be okay? Do you want me to take you to the grocery store for any food? It's not a problem." "I'll be fine. Really." Linda saw the puppy dog look in Becky's eyes. The college student was saying one thing, but her eyes were saying something else. "Are you sure?" Linda asked. "Yeah. I'm okay. I just hope there isn't a power outage or else I'll be bored to death." The college student continued with the innocent & helpless look in her eyes, and Linda couldn't help herself. There was a clear signal being sent and it couldn't be ignored. "You can stay with me if you want," Linda offered. "I don't mind." Becky's eyes widened. "Really?" "I wouldn't feel right leaving you alone. Plus we could keep each other company. Just don't tell anyone that I let you sleep in my home, okay?" Becky offered a handshake. "It'll be our secret. I won't tell anyone." "Deal," Linda replied, shaking hands. "Now let's go to your apartment to get your things." The two women finished the rest of their coffee and left. *** Later that afternoon. The two women went to Becky's small apartment, and Becky quickly packed her things. The apartment was a typical home of a college student; it was messy, with things scattered everywhere. It wasn't long before everything was packed into a big luggage and a handbag. Becky was going to stay at Linda's home until her flight came in three days. After everything was ready, they went to Linda's home, and they carried the things inside of the house. "Nice place," Becky noted in the living room, dragging her heavy luggage. "This is beautiful." "Thank you," Linda replied, carrying an overly heavy handbag. "I'm glad you like it. I try to keep things neat." They struggled their way up the stairs and their arms & legs started to have a burning feeling. Linda couldn't fathom why a college student would need so much clothes & accessories. It was a major relief once they reached the guest bedroom and they dropped the things onto the floor. "This room is almost bigger than my apartment," Becky joked after taking a deep breath. "You're a college student, you're supposed to have a small place. It's almost like a right of passage." "Unfortunately." It was already 4 pm, and as usual, Linda preferred sticking to a clearly defined schedule. She thought for a moment and arranged the rest of the evening. "We should rest for a while," Linda said. "It's been such a long day. I'll get you a towel so you can shower. Dinner will be ready around 7. I'll make something good." "Sounds wonderful. You're the best. I mean it." "Don't mention it. I like having you around." Becky smiled, "I like being around you too. I know how to return a favor. Trust me." Part 2 of 3: Confessions of a Curious Girl Late that night. Linda brushed her teeth and washed her face. She was ready for bed after spending some time grading papers. She put cream on her face and lotion on her body. At the same time, she reflected on her day with Becky. She thought the girl was sweet & charming. It was a surprise to Linda how well she bonded with Becky during dinner. They laughed and shared stories. They told each other about their lives, their dreams, and their secrets. There was never a moment of awkwardness between them. It was like they had always been close friends. Linda went to bed, crawling under her large blanket, and then turning off the nearby lamp light. She rested her head on the pillow, but she noticed under her closed door that there was still light down the hallway. Becky was still awake. Linda wondered why Becky would still be awake after such a long day, but then again, college girls have more energy than middle aged women. She tried to sleep, closing her eyes, resting her head. Tomorrow would be another conversation filled day with Becky, her former student, and new friend. As her subconscious began to fade, the bedroom door gently opened. Linda opened her eyes and saw the silhouette of a young woman's body. It was the silhouette of Becky's body. It was slowly approaching her, and the image of the college student became clearer with every step. "What are you doing?" Linda asked. She turned on the lamp light and saw the college student wearing a night gown. Becky's brown hair was down and her face was make-up free. Becky sat down on the bed. "I'm returning the favor." The college student slid her hand underneath the blanket and searched for Linda's legs, which she found. The student caressed the legs and slid her hand between the thighs. Linda froze for a moment before regaining her senses. "Not like this," Linda said, reaching down to stop the girl's hand. "Please, stop. I can't let you do this." "But...I thought..." Linda saw the look of burning humiliation on Becky's face. The college girl looked mortified beyond belief because of the miscalculation. "You have the wrong idea," Linda said, trying not to make the situation any worse. "I...I'm sorry," Becky stammered. Linda sat up and tried to comfort the student by rubbing her shoulders. "Don't be sorry. There's nothing to be ashamed of. There's no reason to..." "I should go," Becky said, cutting her off. "I made a horrible mistake. I'm so sorry." The student quickly got up and left, closing the door softly. Linda was stunned by what just happened. She sat on her bed trying to collect her thoughts. It felt like a bad dream, only it was real. Thoughts swirled through her head: Is Becky a lesbian? Did she think I was a lesbian too? Did she think I was expecting sexual favors? Are we still going to be friends after tonight? Will she ever want to talk to me again? Linda didn't have the answer to any of those questions. It was late at night and she was too tired to figure anything out. After a few more minutes of thinking, she turned off the lamp light and tried to sleep. She laid her head on the pillow. This time, the light down the hallway was off. Becky was asleep. Or maybe they were both laying awake, shocked by what just happened, Linda thought. *** Early the next morning. The moment Linda woke up, she remembered the late night encounter with Becky. It was a horrible way to start the day. She used the bathroom and washed herself. She changed her clothes to something presentable, then she left her bedroom. Becky's door was open. Deep down, Linda worried if Becky left in the middle of the night. Those fears were soon gone when she walked by the bedroom and saw Becky's luggage still there. She headed down the stairs, unsure of how to approach Becky. She saw Becky sitting down by the kitchen counter drinking a cup of hot coffee. "Morning," Becky said, almost in a shy tone. "I made us some coffee." "Thank you. That's very nice." Linda poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down next to Becky. "I'm really sorry about last night," Becky stated. "I guess I misunderstood. I have a tendency to do that sometimes." "Please, don't be sorry. I hardly remember it," Linda lied. "Thanks for everything, but I better go. Once this weather clears up, I think it would be best if you drove me back to my apartment." Linda glanced at the window. "It's going to be snowing all day. The roads won't be clear until tomorrow. I'll make us some breakfast. We'll forget about this whole thing." "I'm sure you're wondering why I did it." "It's in the past Becky. We shouldn't talk about it anymore." "I just want you to know that it wasn't planned," Becky stated with honesty. "It wasn't some elaborate scheme to get you in bed. I just...wanted some company. I wanted to hold someone at night. And I wanted to make you feel good for everything you've done for me." "That's very sweet of you to say." "I meant every word." Linda thought for a moment. "Have you ever done anything like that before? I mean, are you a lesbian? It's okay if you are." "I don't think of myself as a lesbian. I've had boyfriends. But I also have experiences with older women from my last job." Linda was slightly taken aback that a beautiful young college student would have sexual experiences with middle aged women. Becky's Lips "You've been with women my age?" Linda asked, trying not to sound nosey. Becky nodded. "A few." "Oh, well, we all have our preferences. I'm not a judgmental person." "You don't seem like a judgmental person." Linda saw something in Becky's eyes. There was history. Linda recognized that Becky had secrets which she had never told anyone. Secrets which were begging to be heard. "I'm here for you," Linda said in a reassuring motherly voice. "If there's anything you want to tell me, I'll listen. I care about you. I really do." Becky took a deep breath. "The reason I came to your room last night was because I wanted to make you feel good. I've been told I'm very good at it. I know how to please older women." "Do you enjoy it?" Linda asked and immediately regretting it. "I do. A lot. You're the first person I've ever told. None of my best friends know about this." "Everyone has secrets. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You are who you are." "I've been told that I have pretty lips," Becky randomly stated. "When I first moved here for college, I used to work part time at a lingerie shop. My former boss was around your age, and she used to complement my lips & face. She asked if she could touch them, and kiss them. She even paid me extra for my services, you know, with my lips." "You can file a lawsuit for things like that." Becky smiled slightly and shook her head. "I enjoyed it. Every moment. She was the first woman I had ever been with. She was divorced and lonely. She also paid me a lot of money, so why not?" "Is that why you did it? For the money?" "The money was only part of it. It definitely helped with my rent and school tuition. But I would have done it for free." "And the other women you've been with?" Linda asked. "Were they also from your old job?" Becky nodded. "My ex boss cared about me a lot. Financially too. She knew I was struggling. So she offered my services to some of her rich friends in exchange for money. I used to make them orgasm with my mouth. I've gotten a lot of compliments for my abilities." The news was a lot for Linda to handle. As a lifelong feminist, she had always been strongly against women using their bodies in exchange for money. The confession made Linda feel uneasy, but at the same time, she tried not to be judgmental about Becky's life experiences. "Female sexuality is a very complex thing," Linda stated. "Believe me, I've been mentoring women your age for years. Every woman struggles with their sexuality at some point." "What about you? Have you ever experimented with another woman before?" Linda shook her head. "No. I haven't." "Why not? Were you ever curious?" "I grew up in a much different time. Things were different when I was in college." "But were you curious?" Becky asked persistently. "I'd rather not get into that." "Most women are curious at some point." "Is that part of the reason why you had a fling with your ex boss? Curiosity?" Becky nodded. "I had always wondered what another woman would feel like. It was my biggest fantasy. I still remember the first time we kissed, and the first time her vagina was in front of me. God, I was so nervous my hands were shaking." "What ended it? It sounds like you had a good thing going." "She met a guy," Becky replied. "I heard they got married. I'm happy for her. A part of me wished that I could always be hers. But I was just something on the side, and I eventually accepted that. I could have continued working there, but it would have been too awkward, so I left." "Do you still miss her?" Becky shrugged slightly. "Kind of." "Getting over a relationship is always hard. You never really get used it. It's a part of life." "You're right about that." "So, how about breakfast?" Linda asked, changing the subject. "I know exactly what to make on cold day like today." Becky smiled, "You're the best." *** Linda washed the dishes after they ate a large breakfast. She couldn't stop thinking about Becky. Her view of the girl had completely change during the past two days. She came to the conclusion that Becky was a complex person. She already knew that Becky was pretty, innocent, and sweet. But she discovered that Becky had lips that were built for sex, just like her body. Linda also discovered that Becky was curious as a kitten when it came to sex, and that she had no issues whatsoever with exploring it. When the dishes were done, Linda put her hands on the counter top while she thought for a moment. She wondered what Becky's lips must have felt like. They were definitely pretty. Linda's curiosity was peaking. She wondered if it was worth the price that the other women paid for it. No one else was in the kitchen or living room. Becky was upstairs in the guest bedroom, probably using her laptop. Linda was all alone in the kitchen. She slid her hand down her pants and touched herself. Part 3 of 3: A Straight Woman's Dilemma That evening. Linda & Becky relaxed in the living room after playing together. They played old board games which had been collecting dust in the closet. Who knew board games could be so much fun in the year 2014, Linda thought. They talked about past relationships and their insecurities with their own bodies. Linda searched inside of her closet once again and found some old workout tapes she had bought in the 90's. They moved the furniture and did aerobic exercises while watching the tv, and they playfully discussed the big hair and spandex of the fitness instructor. After 15 minutes, both of them called it quits. Their foreheads were covered in sweat, and they breathed heavily. Neither of them were in good shape. "I think I've had enough," Linda huffed loudly. "I'm way too old for this." "Me too," Becky gasped, collapsing onto the couch. Linda turned off the video and she almost laughed seeing the college student so exhausted. "You're half my age. You shouldn't be tired." Becky slouched even further into the couch. "I spend all my time working and studying. I don't have time to workout." "Of course not," Linda smiled. "Who does?" "Exactly." "How about some chicken soup? I'll prepare it now. It should be ready after we shower." Becky nodded. "Sounds like a plan." "You shower first. You look like a mess, the good kind anyway," Linda said playfully as she walked to the kitchen. She placed a cutting board onto the kitchen counter. She placed a clean pot onto the stove. She opened the refrigerator and gathered all of the main ingredients. Linda got to work chopping vegetables and she heard Becky's footsteps approach her from behind. She felt Becky's arms being wrapped around her waist. The squeeze tightened, and she felt Becky's head rest against the back of her shoulder. "What are you doing?" Linda asked. "Giving you a hug," Becky replied. "You seem like you need to be hugged." Linda put the knife down and she put her hands on top of Becky's hands. "We can't. I can't." "No one has to know. I'm good at keeping secrets." "I'm serious," Linda said, patting Becky's hands. "Please, we can't. You're a sweet girl, but I'm not..." "You're not a lesbian. Is that what this is about?" "Becky, please." The college student let go of the tight hug, and Linda turned around so they were face to face. "What are you afraid of," Becky asked the professor. "I promise you'll like it. I'm good at it." Linda couldn't stop looking at Becky's lips, wondering what they would feel like. "That's not the point. It isn't appropriate for us to do anything like this." "Why not?" Becky asked. "Are you scared of the college dean?" "No." "Then what is it? Are you not attracted to me?" "You're a beautiful young woman Becky." "Then what is it?" Becky insisted. "Are you afraid of being intimate with another woman?" Linda's eyes revealed the answer, and she couldn't deny it. "Yes," Linda admitted. "I've never touched a woman before in a sexual way." "Why are you afraid of being with another woman? It's going to feel gentle. It's going to feel good. I promise." "This isn't how I was raised." Becky smiled, "You're from a Christian family too, right?" "Yes." "Don't worry, our parents won't know about this." The college student leaned forward, slowly, and pressed her soft lips against the professor's. Sparks flew the moment their lips touched. It was electrifying, but scary for Linda. How could she feel this way with a woman half her age? She surprised herself. Linda moved her head back and ended the kiss. They looked at each other for a moment. "That was nice," Linda said. "Thank you." "Do you want more?" "No. I don't." Becky smiled, knowing the professor told a bold face lie. "Fine," Becky replied. "I'll take a shower now. I won't bring this up again. But let me know if you're interested. It's the least I could do after everything you've done for me." Linda couldn't believe what was happening as she watched Becky casually leave. She couldn't believe the moment. It felt like a dream. Except it was real. The dampness in her panties and the tingling sensation on her mouth let her know that it was reality. And she wanted more. *** Dinner was quiet. It was the most awkward encounter they had shared since spending time together. The comfort level was no longer there. Linda could barely look the college student in the eyes and she concentrated on eating dinner. "That wasn't your first time," Becky said as she finished her meal. "I could tell that it wasn't." "Are you talking about the kiss?" Becky nodded. "My lips are experienced enough to know if a woman has done it before." "I thought you said you weren't going to talk about it anymore." "Maybe I lied. To be fair, you lied also." "About what?" Linda asked. "You lied when you said you didn't want to keep kissing me," Becky said with a faint smile. "I knew you wanted more. So, who have you kissed? I promise I won't tell anybody." Linda thought for a moment and she took a sip of her drink. "I went to an all-girl's college. A Christian college. Most people don't know that about me, and people are always very surprised to hear it because I don't seem very religious." "You had a Christian girlfriend in college?" Becky asked, sounding surprised. "No. Nothing like that. I had a roommate who was a lot more experienced than I was, sexually speaking. She used to tell me about all the guys she had slept with. She used to go out all the time while I stayed in the dorm room studying for the next set of exams. We were completely different people. I was a book worm, and she was the most beautiful girl on campus." "Did you have feelings for her?" "Not in that way," Linda replied. "But I admired her beauty. She always talked about sex. Then she began asking about my sexual history. She eventually asked if I had ever been with a woman, and I said no." Becky nodded. "So she was your first, huh? I knew you had a lesbian side somewhere." Linda shook her head. "Not exactly. She began offering her sexual services to me. I always declined because of how I was raised. At one point, she offered to perform oral sex on me for a week if I wrote all of her essays." "Did you accept the offer?" Becky smiled. "No. But as a young woman, I became curious, and I was tempted. I wondered what it must have felt like to touch her amazing body. I fantasized about it a lot." "Did you eventually sleep with her?" Linda shook her head again, "She used to tell me that if I was ever interested in sex with her, just come to her room and she'll be waiting. One night, I couldn't control my newfound desires. I went to her room while she was brushing her hair and I rubbed her shoulders. I gave her a kiss on the lips. She seemed nervous and scared. Then she admitted that she had never been with another woman before. Everything was a lie. She was still a virgin. All the stories of the different guys she had slept with, it was all a lie. She just made it up so she could become more popular." "That sounds like a lot of girls I know. Exploring is one thing, but using sexuality to get attention is just plain tacky." Linda smiled. "You've got a point Becky. Anyway, it's getting late. I'll take care of the dishes. I'll see you in the morning." Linda stood up and took the dishes to the sink. For the second time that day, she felt Becky approach her from behind. "If you ever come to my room, I promise I won't let you down," Becky said firmly. "It's okay for women to be curious." With that said, Becky walked away. Linda turned her head and watched Becky head up the stairs. Her eyes watched the college student's backside and legs move. The girl was tempting. *** Near midnight. Linda took a hard look at herself in the mirror. She wore a silk night gown. Her face was bare and her hair was neatly brushed. Every line and wrinkle on her face was on full display. She knew she was getting older, and she was fine with that. What pained her were the lewd thoughts she was having of the college student in the other room. She's half my age. What am I thinking? I'm old enough to be her mother. What's wrong with me? Then, while continuing to look in the mirror, an epiphany came. Nothing was wrong with her. She was completely fine. The yearning between her legs let her know that she was still alive and that she was a warm blooded woman. The explicit feelings she had in college were returning. Her heart beat was rising and her vagina was burning. She took a deep breath. Then another. Then another. She kept her eyes on the mirror, wondering if she was attractive enough for the college student. In a split second, she decided she was. Linda stepped out of her bedroom and walked down the dark hall to the guest room where Becky was sleeping. The lights were off, but at that point, Linda realized that she probably wouldn't have the courage again. The professor softly opened the door to the guest room, and she saw Becky laying in bed, in the dark. She walked towards Becky's bed, and gently sat on it, next to where Becky was sleeping. She reached over to turn on the small lamp light. She saw Becky open her eyes after the light sleep. "Did I wake you?" Linda asked in a polite manner. "It's okay." "I've been thinking about you. I want you to know that you're a special person. There's something about you that I haven't been able to get out of my mind these past few days." Becky gently nodded. "Unbutton my top, professor. You can have whatever you want." The college girl had a tempting look on her face, and Linda felt herself becoming moist. Linda gently pulled the blanket down to reveal Becky's pajama top. She reached down and began to unbutton the pajama, starting from the top to the bottom, button-by-button. Linda was too nervous to look Becky in the eyes. When the buttons were undone, Linda opened Becky's top to reveal her milk white skin and small chest. Becky's breasts were almost flat, especially since she was laying on her back. Becky's nipples were puffy and a faint shade of light pink. "You're beautiful," Linda stated. Becky rubbed her own small breasts. "Do you want to kiss them?" "Would you mind?" "I want you to kiss them. I like having my nipples sucked." After a deep breath for confidence, Linda reached down and touched Becky's stomach. The skin was soft and smooth. She caressed the stomach in a loving way. Her hands moved up slightly, and she touched the bottom of Becky's breasts. Her hands moved up further and she held Becky's small breasts in her hands. She gently squeezed and massaged the breasts. She played with Becky's puffy pink nipples and gently pinched them between her fingers. "That feels nice," Becky said. "Is this your first time touching another woman's breasts?" "It is." "I can tell. You're touching me too softly. It's okay. I'm not fragile. You can be a little rougher with me. My boobs won't break." Linda rubbed harder, and she pinched the nipples harder, feeling it between her fingers. She bent her head down and planted kisses on the small breasts. She opened her mouth and took each pink nipple inside, rolling them around with her tongue. The nipples were stiff inside Linda's mouth. "Kiss me on the lips," Becky moaned after having her nipples sucked to satisfaction. After taking the nipple out of her mouth, Linda looked at the sweet looking college student. Becky looked innocent as her laid on the pillow. Linda moved closer to the college student, bent down, and gave Becky a soft kiss on the lips. The kiss was soft at first. Tender. Just like they had shared before. Linda took the initiative and made the kiss harder, more passionate. Linda licked the college girl's soft lips, and slipped her tongue inside the student's mouth. They tongue kissed. Their mouths watered. Linda fully understood the fuss behind Becky's lips. They were amazing. After a moment of tender kissing, Becky used her fingers to touch Linda's face, signaling her to stop kissing. Linda sat up on the bed and looked at the young student. Becky pushed the blanket away, removed her top, and then she removed her panama bottom. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Linda marveled at Becky's completely naked body as the student was still laying in bed. She marveled at Becky's soft skin and irresistible shape. Becky was a young woman built for sex. "What now?" Linda asked, showing how naive she was with sapphic sex. "Now, I'm going to take your lesbian virginity. Get between my legs. I'll teach you what to do." Linda positioned herself on the bed. She was on her hands & knees, with her face in between Becky's legs. She had a clear view of the student's vagina. It was cleanly shaved, pink, with a thin labia, and it was shiny from its wetness. "Rub the outside first," Becky instructed. "Then kiss it. My pussy really likes to be played with first. Then I want you to lick it like it's an ice cream cone." Linda continued to examine the student's sexuality in front of her face. Then she rubbed it. She was so nervous that her hands were nearly trembling. She rubbed Becky's soft thighs first with almost shaky hands, then upwards onto her crotch. She rubbed the thin labia, which made Becky moan slightly. The nervousness went away. When she spread the labia apart, Linda saw Becky's clitoris and her pink wet hole. Linda gave the clitoris a kiss, which made Becky moan some more. More kisses were planted onto the aroused pussy. Following Becky's instructions, Linda started to lick the labia, up and down, just like an ice cream cone. Becky moaned some more, and rubbed her fingers through the long hair of the professor. "Just like that," Becky groaned. "You're a natural." "Thank you," Linda replied, after briefly freeing her mouth. The middle aged professor continued her work, providing oral satisfaction to the college student half her age. Linda continued kissing & licking, and Becky continued moaning and enjoying herself. "Put your tongue inside me," Becky said. "Taste it. Play with my clit. Make me cum, professor." A stirring feeling went down Linda's spine when Becky called her "professor." It was a clear reminder of how taboo their sexual encounter was. It almost made Linda stop. But it was obvious to Linda that Becky enjoyed the taboo. The college student was aroused by the taboo, and ultimately, so was Linda. Linda pushed her tongue inside of the wet pussy. She tasted the fluids. It tasted good and she used her tongue in a circular motion inside of the warm pussy. Her face was buried deep between the legs of a college student and her tongue was busy performing oral sex. Linda used her index finger to play with Becky's clit. Linda knew exactly how to please a woman's clitoris, since she had been masturbating for all of her adult life. Becky's Lips "God, you're so good at this," Becky proclaimed. "Don't stop until I cum. I'm so close." The professor kept her mouth buried in the pussy, but her eyes looked towards Becky, watching the college student enjoy the pleasure. Becky's eyes were shut, and her hands held a firm grip on the bed sheets. Becky's nipples were rock hard, pointing upwards. As much as Linda enjoyed eating pussy for the first time, she took more pleasure in watching the precious college student in a state of absolute lust. Becky squeezed the bed sheets tighter and she began to make strange panting noises with her mouth. The muscles in her face tightened. Linda felt Becky's leg muscles tighten as well. All of the tell-tale signs of female orgasm was there, and Linda sensed it easily. Linda sucked harder, pushed her tongue further, and rubbed the clit faster. Becky moaned louder, squeezed the bed sheets tighter, and she came. Her arms and legs flailed around the bed, and her hair flung around. It was violent, but in a good way. After a few moments, Becky laid silently on the bed with her eyes closed, except for heavy breathing. "Did you enjoy it?" Linda asked needlessly. "God yes. You're the best." Becky opened her eyes and looked at the professor. Linda looked down at the naked post-orgasmic student, and wondered if she had made the biggest mistake of her life. "I better go. It's been a long night already." Becky lifted her foot to prevent Linda from leaving. Becky rubbed her toes around Linda's hair. "You're not leaving yet." "Why not?" Linda asked nervously. "You didn't cum yet. Take off your gown. I'll show you what you've been missing all these years." After a second of self reflection, Linda stood up and removed her gown, tossing it to the floor. She stood naked in front of Becky. She felt self-conscious revealing her middle aged body to the perfectly shaped college student. But Becky's eyes gave the perfect reply. Becky loved Linda's body. Becky got out of the bed and stood on her feet. Both stood naked, face to face. "Your turn," Becky said. "Lay down. Open your legs." Before Linda could follow the instructions, Becky lunged forward and kissed her on the lips. It was a wet and sloppy kiss. Becky tasted her own vaginal fluids which were still on Linda's mouth. When the kiss ended, Linda had a bewildered look on her face, and then she laid down on Becky's bed, opening her legs. She was more curious than ever. She was about to be pleasured by another woman for the very first time, and Becky at that. There was no shame or hesitation with Becky. The student was an expert at pleasuring woman. Becky got between the professor's legs and immediately went to work, rubbing it, caressing it, and preparing it for a powerful orgasm. She began to plant light kisses on Linda's outer pussy. Linda understood immediately why Becky's lips were so special. She fully understood why Becky's old boss paid for the sexual services of Becky's lips. The lips were sensational. Every kiss felt like magic. After a few more kisses, Linda gasped in pleasure, feeling Becky lick and suck each side of her labia. It was an unexplainable feeling of pleasure. Linda's eyes wandered the room. It made her uncomfortable to look down at the beautiful college student between her legs. She looked at the clock and realized that she had been in Becky's room for a very long time already. Time continued to fly. Becky continued eating Linda's pussy with expert precision. Becky used the same formula of pushing her tongue inside and playing with the swollen clit. The professor clenched her eyes shut. The pleasure was unimaginable. In all her years of being a sexual person, she had never experienced anything like Becky's lips. Linda squeezed the pillow tightly. She screamed, not caring if the neighbors would hear it. Her back arched violently. A burning sensation flowed through her body. She was in heaven. She came. ***** Linda and Becky walked through the airport together. Becky checked in with the airline and dropped her luggage off. They continued walking in the airport. There wasn't much to talk about anymore. The mood between them was somber. They had already become close friends in their short amount of time together. "Have fun with your family," Linda said. "They must be so excited to have you back for the holidays." "I hope so," Becky joked. "You've really opened my eyes to a lot of things, Becky. Thank you. You really are a unique person. I really like that about you." "You're not so bad yourself professor. And thanks again for giving me that ride a few days ago, and for letting me stay at your house for a while. You saved me from boredom. In all honesty, I hope we can keep being friends. I've told you stuff that I would never tell anyone else. I feel safe with you. Plus, you know, all that other stuff we did together..." Linda smiled, "Our little secret." "Our little secret." Becky gave the professor a big suffocating hug. When the hug ended, she gave the professor a gentle kiss on the cheek. They looked each other in the eyes, face to face, and Linda gave the college student a return kiss on the cheek. Neither of them cared if anyone saw it. It was a loving moment between them, and that was all that mattered. "Enjoying seeing your son, and the rest of your family," Becky said. "You obviously miss them very much." "I do. I always think about my family." "You haven't updated your facebook pictures for months," Becky noted. "When you see your family for the holidays, post some new pictures to your facebook profile. I'll do the same thing with my family. We can keep in touch that way. It'll be nice." Linda nodded. "Sounds like a deal." "Promise?" "I promise." "I've got a flight to catch. See you soon. Bye." "Bye. Take care Becky." The college student gave the professor another quick hug, followed by a quick kiss on the cheek. "One more thing," Becky said. "I enrolled in your class for next semester. I'm going to be your student again. See you next year." "You too." Linda watched Becky smile and walk away. The past few days had been a life changing experience. At that moment, Linda made a promise to herself; if Becky ever needed anything, she would be there, waiting. The End Your votes and comments are appreciated.