13 comments/ 103378 views/ 25 favorites Jordan's Brave New World By: babylez Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without permission. All the actors in this script are of legal age. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to read sexually explicit material, I hope you enjoy the story! ________ Thank you all for your continued comments and support for the story. If you haven't already read the previous two installments regarding the sexual adventures of Jordan Peters, I suggest you do so before reading this third chapter for purposes of better understanding the continuity of the characters and story line. ________ As the headlights of the taxi cab illuminated the driveway in the front of the house, I petted Satan one last time and then I surprised even myself. I leaned over and I kissed him on the head - because he was Debbie's dog. Then I stood up and headed out the front door, locking it behind me. As I climbed into the back seat of the cab I knew I couldn't wait to see Debbie at school the next day. I had left Debbie's house in the dark of night, without any idea of the time. It actually appeared to be pretty late, so I finally asked the cab driver as we pulled into the high school campus under the watchful eye of the vigilant Independent School District Police. Does anyone really think those guys are actually awake in those patrol cars at this hour? In an accent I could neither recognize nor place, I think he told me that it wasn't midnight yet, which I loosely interpreted to mean that it was probably somewhere between eleven thirty and eleven fifty nine. Then he dropped me off in the high school's faculty parking lot several feet from my shiny new black Accord, which was easy to find since it was the only car that was still in the lot at that hour. I might also add that it looked so adorable in the headlights of the cab, parked perfectly between those two white lines. Can you tell that it was my first new car? I really didn't want to leave Debbie all alone curled up on the sofa after the wonderful time that we had. And I suspect that if we would have somehow made it into her bedroom together, I would have been totally content to just snuggle up to her all night and then deal with the logistical problems associated with not having my wardrobe and makeup the following morning. That said, it was probably for the better that I forced myself to leave, but I sure as hell didn't have to like it. It had only been twenty minutes since I left her house and I was already missing her touch and I wanted to lose myself in those incredible brown eyes once more. I knew I was already looking forward to a time in the not-to-distant future when we would be able to wake up together in the same bed. I know it's silly for me to say it this early in the relationship, but I wanted Debbie's face to be the first thing I saw when I woke up and the last thing I saw when I went to sleep. I really hope that it all wasn't just wishful thinking on my part. I had an awful lot to think about after everything that I'd experienced tonight and my mind was racing at over a hundred miles an hour. Of course, all of my thoughts centered around my new lover and what might happen between us after our first incredible night together. My musings made me realize that I was terribly nervous about the aftermath on several levels. I was nervous about what Debbie would say to me when she saw me at school the following day. I was also equally nervous about how she would react towards me. Would she pretend the whole thing was no big deal at all or would she begin treating me differently – like a lover? I guess I was also terribly nervous about how I might feel if she didn't treat me differently and I didn't know whether my fragile ego could even withstand considering any of the other options. I'd been used to this drill with the guys I had dated in college, but this was nothing like that as far as I was concerned. And of course that lead me to yet one other concern, as I began wondering whether Debbie experienced the kind of special connection that I did. As I drove into my parent's driveway my digital dashboard clock reminded me that it was now officially Thursday. And then like a heat-seeking missile trying to over analyze a wonderful and romantic night with my new lover, I had one final disconcerting thought enter my head before I went into the house. If our night together ultimately means that Debbie and I are indeed a couple, am I mentally prepared for the sort of commitment that would involve? I woke up the next morning a little earlier than usual because I had something very important I needed to do. The waking up part wasn't difficult at all, however, because I could not stop thinking about Debbie the entire night and the feelings I was developing for her and that kept me pretty wired. I wound up drifting into and out of a series of short catnaps that did little to disengage my brain or provide my body with some badly needed rest. I intentionally decided not to shower the night before because I just couldn't bear to remove Debbie's scent. I inhaled it every time I took a breath and I knew that I loved everything about it. It felt a little weird on my skin after it had originally dried, but that aside, retaining her wonderful female aroma all over me was totally worth it. Moreover, now her scent would remain on my sheets and that notion seemed to delight me even more. I came in from my early morning six mile jog with the perspiration pouring down my face and legs. It was quarter to six and my daddy was just about to embrace me in one of his usual paternal bear hugs until he saw how drenched I was. He thought the better of it and just leaned over and kissed me on the top of my head. Then he wished me a great second day on the new job and headed out the door for the Post Office in his cute little slate blue postal outfit with the short pants and knee-high socks. I went in and headed directly for the bathroom where I started the water running into the tub. Unlike the opinion of most girls I've talked with about these personal hygiene items, I generally hated to take a bath. To me it meant that you had to sit in your own creepy water and then you even had to use that water to rinse yourself off. No matter what kind of spin I'd put on it, the whole process sounded almost primitive to me and I considered it downright unpleasant and certainly unsanitary. Showers, on the other hand, were so much cleaner and faster and seemed to suit my jet-setting lifestyle much more, but on the days that I needed to shave my legs it was definitely a bath day. Today it would be a little bit more involved, however. Since last night I couldn't wait to shave my pussy and I really wanted to surprise Debbie and have it finished and ready to the next time we were together, in a biblical way that is, which I hoped would be right after school. I settled into the ambient water and just relaxed for several minutes before taking care of business. I'm fortunate that I don't have too much body hair and what I do have grows slowly and sparsely. After a couple minutes of forced relaxation I took care of my legs rather quickly and then I started to prepare for the more challenging task at hand. When I finally had my legs up straddling the sides of the tub, the perfect position I thought for either a pap test or the task I was about to undertake, my mom pushes open the door without knocking and looks down at me sitting in the tub. That, in and of itself, was not terribly unusual in our house and such an intrusion would normally never freak me out. The truth was, I've never been very modest around my mother and even my daddy has seen me in the buff a number of times since puberty and despite what the child psychologists say it's never driven me screaming into counseling. I haven't told you too much about Elaine yet, so maybe it's about time I start, as she leans through the doorway prompting this summary disposition. My mother gave birth to me two weeks after her eighteenth birthday. Coincidentally, it was the same time that my daddy and the rest of their senior high school class was walking across the stage to receive their diplomas at their graduation ceremony. Much to my chagrin, many people have told us over the years that she looks like an older, prettier version of me. The only thing worse about having someone rub your nose in your own imperfections is for them to do it by a less than subtle comparison to your mother, unless of course your mother just happens to be Nicole Kidman. I suspect that alone should have driven me into counseling, but I was pretty strong. The truth is, I guess I would have been happy if those comparisons were really accurate, but unfortunately the differences between us out numbered the similarities and sadly they were not in my favor. Where my body is really tight and trim from running and doing countless sit-ups, my mom has the traditional soft female body with all the great feminine curves. There's not an ounce of fat on her and what makes that really remarkable – at least to me, is that she has never even done one single jumping jack since she was forced to do them in her high school gym class. I really hate women like that, but I digress. As you might already know I got my great eyes from her and I guess I need to also give her credit for my great hair. Although the color is pretty ordinary at a light-to-medium brown and sometimes I even downplay that asset, in truth my hair is really beautiful. It's very thick and shiny and I seldom ever have split ends. All-in-all, I've never had a bad hair day in my life. Even after my face and hair had been royally doused with Debbie's vaginal fluids the night before – it still looked great when I crawled out of bed this morning. I know a lot of people think it's weird, but I call my mother Elaine. I guess because as I was growing up she had always seemed much more like a sister to me than a mother. And since I really wanted a sister and I don't think that she ever wanted to be a mother at all, everything just seemed to work out for the better. Besides, the truth is that she never embraced the parenting role and that was alright with me, since I was fairly independent anyway. I can't even remember when I started calling her Elaine, but I think it was when I was about seven or eight and since she never corrected me it just kinda stuck. Before I move on, just one last comment about my mom. Elaine has always been pretty candid with me about everything, even the things I have absolutely no desire to know about and even some things I'd prefer never, ever to talk about. For example, for some inexplicable reason she always feels the desperate need to share with me all the intimate details of her sex life with my father. I guess it all stems from the fact that she feels that we're more like sisters than a mother and her daughter, but to me it's always been way too much information. I mean, does anyone ever really want to know those details about your parents? Anyway, because of the way Elaine is, she has always been very comfortable giving me personal information and in turn asking me some very personal questions, as well. Trust me here, that has never ever bothered me before, since I never had anything ever happen to me that was really worth knowing. Until now, that is. The unspoken question running through my mind at this very moment was, after all that had happened between me and Debbie last night, should I share any part of that with her? As I considered the far reaching impact of such a question, she smiled down at me with those beautiful emerald eyes and spoke. "Hey baby, I was worried about you last night. Why didn't you call me and let me know you wouldn't be home until late?" Although our relationship had precluded any level of modesty between us for many years, I'd have to say that spreading my legs apart - about to shave my pussy, could probably qualify as one of those rare awkward moments between us. "Sorry Elaine, I was with Ms. Masters and I never imagined that I was going to be home so late. I'll try to remember to call when that happens again, but I'm still getting re-indoctrinated into life at home after being on my own for nearly six years." I said, without directly meeting her gaze. Elaine didn't process information quickly and I was used to that. She'd often loop back around on something I said earlier when she finally digested it minutes or even days later. It's not that I think my mother is dumb or stupid. I actually think she must have had some sort of learning disability that was never diagnosed when she was younger and she has just learned to cope with it. In some way I always suspected the disability was the primary reason that she changed jobs so often, but how do you ever ask someone a question like that without denigrating them? She looked down at me with a curious expression, as I was about to start my little project. "Jordan honey, are you about to shave your pussy?" Ladies, consider for just a moment how you'd ever react to having such a conversation with your mother? Between me and Elaine, however, this was not that different from what I'd been used to since about the seventh grade. The question simply never fazed me, although I admit that if it had been anyone else, my rapier wit would have probably had a field day with that question. Once again without looking up at her I answered as routinely as I could. "Yes Elaine; I decided last night that it would look sexier shaved." My mother came into the room and knelt alongside the tub and held out her hand. "Jordan, it's difficult as hell to do a good job on that area by yourself. Your father helps me when I do mine, so let me help you; razor please!" As Elaine held out her hand for the razor, I realized that I was mildly surprised to learn that she also shaved her pussy. I believe that her disclosure officially meant that I was now the only adult female in the state of Texas who hadn't reached menopause and who still had her pubic hair. It wasn't as bad as starting my junior year at UT as a virgin, something incidentally I'd never admit to a soul, but in my opinion it was a very close second. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised by the revelation, since my mother dressed and acted like she was still in her twenties. But rather than ever be critical, I'm thankful that my parents are still together and I know first hand from Elaine that they are still sexually active and still crazy about each other, so I guess I'm in favor of whatever it is that works for them. Actually I was relieved to hand Elaine the disposable razor. I had been wondering how to best do a good job on all those sensitive and hard-to-reach places and her help was going to make it just that much easier for me. As I leaned back and tried to relax I couldn't help but wonder how Debbie handled it by herself. Then it dawned on me that maybe Debbie and I could start shaving each other. I thought that if we incorporated it into our lovemaking, it could actually be a lot fun and very erotic. Mmmmm, what a wonderful and sexy image that generated in my mind's eye, but maybe I was getting just a bit ahead of myself. Now that I had time to lie back in the tub and think about the whole situation, perhaps in retrospect it all did seem a little strange to have my mother shaving my pubic area. As I was considering the pros and cons of the entire scenario unfolding before my eyes, the whole thing suddenly took an entirely different turn and started to become even stranger. As a result of the way Elaine was handling me down there I was actually starting to get very turned on. It was almost impossible for her to do what she was doing without the repeated contact and I knew that, but after the six or seven orgasms yesterday my clit was really swollen and hanging out there and she seemed to be making contact with it on every single pass. For a minute I actually considered asking her to watch out for the clit, but I realized that even our open relationship needed some limits. If I wasn't in the tub at that particular moment my growing arousal level would probably have already been exposed. The way my mother was carefully handling me as she shaved the entire area had me extremely wet. I was also trying to keep my eyes closed and not watch her, since I was afraid that such a sight alone might only make it far worse for me to maintain any semblance of control. So as I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, my mother continued to shave me, repeatedly making contact with the most sensitive and erotic parts of my body with tender loving care, while chatting away as if the entire scene was perfectly routine. "So, how's Ms. Masters doing? Your daddy and I were so glad to hear that you'll be working with her." She began the inquiry slowly, but transparently. I really didn't want to talk, since I was afraid it would cause me to divert my attention, but I also knew that being non-responsive might have only made matters worse for me. "She's, ahh . . . fine, she's fine." I replied, attempting in vain to conceal the intense stimulation I was now feeling. Although my eyes were closed I could feel that my response caused Elaine to glance over at me, as I sighed and trembled slightly at the touch of her fingers making contact with my clit for the umpteenth time. I swallowed hard and tried to remain perfectly still, but that was becoming nearly impossible. My mother continued to work slowly and carefully in that area making sure the job was flawless, which of course meant the continued activity down there. "And so then, you were with Ms. Masters all night?" She asked, without missing a stroke. Okay, my mother is not terribly clandestine about her tactics so you probably already have a sense of where this is going and you're right. What I failed to mention before is why she was going in that direction. On one of the nights when Allie was sleeping over, Elaine walked in on us kissing and masturbating each other. I knew she was at the door because my eyes caught the light breaking the seal around the doorway of my dark room and then I saw her silhouette briefly, although thankfully Allie never did or I'm sure I would have lost my best friend. I remember at the time that I was praying to every deity I knew existed, begging that my mother would exhibit some discretion and not say anything to me until later – much later. I was so relieved when I saw the door finally close many minutes later without incident and Allie was never any the wiser. Anyway, we had that rare mother and daughter chat about experimenting the next day – I wasn't sure which role I played exactly, and Elaine told me that she was actually okay with it because she said that it's normal for many women to go through such an experimental 'phase.' Okay girls, a show of hands from everyone who has heard a similar line from their parents. My mother had been doing her best set the stage with her questions and I was pretty sure that she'd be ready to strike soon, but it happened even sooner than I thought it would. "Is there anything going on between you and Ms. Masters that perhaps you might like to share with me?" She asked curiously, acting like the question had no greater significance to her than anything else she'd ever asked me before. It seemed to me that Elaine was focusing on the area on and around my clit for a good while or maybe it just felt that way, but I knew I was beyond the point of analyzing it. But the prolonged contact was causing a real emotional tug-of-war within me. On the one hand it felt a little strange to have my mother making me feel this incredible. On the other hand it felt absolutely wonderful and I had mentally reached the point now where there was no way in the world that I was getting out of that tub without having an orgasm. Jordan's Brave New World Now that I finally decided that I was gonna go with the flow, I relaxed and let my mother do the driving. I could sense that my breathing had quickened and I thought I was just about to bite through my bottom lip. I also suspected that I was starting to visibly squirm just a bit and I knew that it was only a matter of moments before Elaine would have little doubt about what was happening to me in her tub. I didn't answer her question immediately because my body began to stiffen and then I felt a wonderful orgasm start to surge through me. There was nothing I could have done about it, even if I had tried to conceal it, so I sat back and enjoyed the ride. But I never expected what was about to happen next. As the mild orgasm rolled through my body and then began to slowly subside, Elaine took her thumb and index finger and grabbed my clit in her hand and pinched it lightly. The action had the effect of starting another orgasm ripping through me that was at least twice as powerful as the first one that I had just experienced. It was at that time that I realized I couldn't contain myself. "Ahhh, god - Elaine, yes just like that . . . I'm cumming." And after uttering those words she applied slightly more pressure on my clit and I thought I was going to levitate right out of the tub. Her timing was absolutely perfect. I guess I have a real oral need and I decided at some time when I was in college that when I cum I really want my mouth to be doing something other than babbling. Of course I prefer kissing or having Debbie's pussy thrust in my face, but I also remembered from yesterday's Anatomy class how much I really loved sucking on Erika's finger. Well, sadly Erika wasn't here now so I had to improvise and do it quickly. I grabbed Elaine's hand and thrust her index finger into my mouth and began sucking it wildly, as my orgasm continued surging through me. It wasn't nearly as wonderful as what I had experienced with Debbie or even Erika, but at the time it suited the moment perfectly. My mother also keeps her nails pretty long, not quite as long as Erika's, but I knew that if she would rake that fingernail across my tongue just one time like Erika did, I was just gonna lose it. Elaine, bless her heart, remained perfectly still through all the activity until my mouth had stopped sucking and my body stopped quivering. Then I opened my eyes slowly and then my mouth immediately followed, as I slowly removed her finger. She was looking at me smiling and I'm sure I just had the most blissful expression on my face. "Oh baby, that was absolutely beautiful." She said and I could see by the look in her eyes that she was totally sincere. After a moment I finally spoke. "Thanks so much Elaine; that was . . . really terrific. You can shave my pussy anytime." Her smile grew even more. "You're welcome baby, I really enjoyed it also. I never did anything like that before and it was such a turn-on to watch you cum." I took a deep breath and finally smiled. "You should have been on this side of that orgasm if you wanted to know a real turn-on." I never engaged in an analysis of what had just happened between me and Elaine. I guess from a technical standpoint it was incest at some level, but I sure as hell wasn't gonna complain about it and I knew it would never drive me into counseling. In fact, if I didn't have the marathon day I had yesterday I have no doubt I would have probably asked her to keep it up. I wonder if she would have. As I gradually calmed down, my mother eventually repositioned me so she could reach further back towards my ass and that was when she continued her inquisition. "So, what's up with you and Ms. Masters?" She asked once again. During my entire life my parents have never judged me and I was never afraid to tell them anything. But I also knew this was not just anything. I was their only child and what I did had definite consequences for them, so I made the decision that this was just too big to keep from them. I swallowed hard and then began. "Well Elaine, I guess you could say that as of last night Debbie Masters and I are lovers." Now it was out and I said it without bothering to even open my eyes. I immediately felt her hand stop shaving me and I could sense that her gaze was now redirected to my face, but I did not respond. She held that position for a moment or two, before continuing with the task at hand. "Jordan, are you still experimenting or . . . or do you think it's something more serious?" I probably haven't said this yet and it's way past due. I love my parents dearly. They've always done their very best for me and they comforted me all those many times I used to lay in bed and cry myself to sleep at night. I knew this information about their only child had the potential of being devastating news to my mother and I took no joy in just rubbing her nose in it. To make matters worse, in Elaine's voice I could almost hear the longing for the answer that she silently prayed for, yet I knew as soon as I replied the sound of the expected grandchildren running through the house someday would forever fade away in her mind. "I guess it's time for one of our talks again, huh Elaine." I said as I sat up and opened my eyes, finally seeking to make contact with hers. She didn't respond to me, probably because in her heart of hearts she always knew the answer, since the night she saw me in bed with Allie. I decided to just continue talking after our gazes finally locked. "Elaine, I guess at twenty-two I'm not terribly emotionally developed yet. But I must tell you that I've not enjoyed the close interactions I've experienced with guys a single bit. They have all left me terribly unfulfilled, or to put it bluntly - I've never gotten off sexually with a guy. After honestly trying to make it happen for nearly four years I have neither the inclination, nor the desire, to continue experimenting." I stopped for several moments to allow Elaine some time to digest what I just told her. She seemed to be taking it well, so I decided to continue forward. "I've certainly not had that many opportunities with women either, but I can tell you that the feelings I have with them compared to the feelings I've experienced with males leaves me with little doubt that at the very least I'm bisexual, but in all probability Elaine . . . I sincerely believe that I'm a lesbian." My eyes had drifted from Elaine's momentarily, but when they returned to hers I was surprised to see that she was smiling at me. Her eyes were moist with tears, but she wasn't crying and she didn't appear to be sad. She leaned in towards me and then she kissed me and then she hugged me. Then she put her mouth to my ear and whispered. "Whatever makes you happy baby, that's all that really matters to us." It felt really good to hear her say those words, although I think I always knew that she felt that way about her only child. With my head against her shoulder all I could whisper was "thank you momma." She smiled and then asked. "Is what you have with Ms. Masters something special?" I considered her question for a long moment, because it had been the same question I had been considering all night. "Elaine, I think I might have been in love with Debbie Masters since I was in the ninth grade. But something magical happened between us last night and I don't think I need to be with twenty other women in order to confirm the feelings that I have for her." "The truth is, I don't know what Debbie is feeling right now because last night was the first time that we were ever together and we haven't had time to talk about it yet, but I have to tell you that I think I'm ready to commit my entire body and soul to a life with her." It wasn't the same thing as bringing home Mr. Right and introducing him to my parents before we sat down to Sunday dinner. Yet despite the fact that it didn't play out as she had always hoped or expected, Elaine was still smiling and I could tell she knew I was happy and to her that was really all that mattered. Maybe there was some hope of her maturing into a great parent yet. Then she pulled back with a smile and said. "Well, you're as smooth as a baby's bottom down there now. I'm sure Ms. Masters will certainly enjoy it, but you better get a move on or you'll be late for your second day." I kissed my mom again and then I gave the old pubic area the quality assurance test. She was absolutely right; it was perfectly smooth down there - just like Debbie and Erika and it felt so incredible that I almost didn't want to stop the test. I felt as if I had finally joined the club and now I couldn't wait for Debbie or Erika to teach me the official handshake. I dressed very similar to the way I dressed yesterday, with one notable exception - this time I threw my pantyhose in my purse. I found a dark forest green skirt that hit me a couple inches above the knees and I selected an off-white dress shirt with long sleeves that I decided to wear outside the skirt. I thought the outfit might have looked a little too collegiate for me, but I vowed to try and dress my age until someone finally told me to cut it out. I slid into a pair of matching green four-inch Candies' slides that I purchased at the same time I got the skirt. I really loved the way heels made my legs look and I had assembled quite a collection of them over the past two years. I took a quick peek in the full-length mirror on my closet door and then I was off to day number two. It was ten minutes past seven when I rolled into the teacher's parking lot at Memorial High, finally finding an empty spot for my little Honda way back in the very last row, nearly in the student parking lot. I could barely see the building from back there and I wondered whether the school had a shuttle bus that would come for the teachers parked this far out. It was quite a difference from yesterday's arrival, when I popped into the school at six thirty ready and eager to get started. What a difference a day makes. Officially I had only been a member of the faculty for a week, yet I already felt like I belonged there. Then some of my fears and expectations regarding how this day would play out were about to be answered when Debbie Masters appeared at my passenger door and was knocking on the window to get in. I got nervous as hell, because at that moment I suspected one of two things was about to happen to me and if it was the latter, then I knew I finally would be in need of counseling. I was nervous as hell when I hit the switch unlocking the door. She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat. I was watching her closely looking for any sort of a sign of what to expect, but she didn't utter a single word. The last thing I saw before we started passionately kissing was that incredible cranberry lipstick and then I simply melted into her arms all over again. After we had been French kissing like a couple of teenagers in heat for a minute or two, I felt Debbie's hand slowly working its way between my legs. If we had more time I would have enjoyed teasing her just a bit, but we didn't and her look was pretty intense. I willingly parted my thighs for her, inviting her in. It only took an instant for her to realize what was different, but when it dawned on her that I had shaved my pussy, she pulled her face away and looked at me with such intense lust, it almost scared me. As she started to pull me back into another passionate embrace while beginning to fuck me with her finger, we were suddenly both startled when there was a sudden knocking sound on the front of my car. When we stopped to look up at what caused the sound, Erika and Lisa were grinning at us with those killer smiles and Lisa was motioning to her wristwatch. If it had been any other student or any teacher I think I would have simply walked right into my classroom and cleaned out my desk, which included all of a box of Kleenex tissues, an extra package of pantyhose, a five-pack of red gel pens and an open box of generic granola bars – absent one bar, and that would have ended my brief teaching career. But the look on their faces never caused me a shred of anxiety. In fact, as Erika smiled and winked at me, all I could do was to smile back at her as we now seemed to share a very special connection. Then the girls turned and headed in the direction of the school. Debbie on the other hand wasn't quite as lucky. She didn't understand what had occurred between me and Erika yesterday, so she was unable to relate to the mutual feelings that we seemed to share at that instant with each other. Immediately Debbie was panic stricken, as she became fearful that her twelve years of teaching had just been flushed down the drain because of her own insatiable sex drive. As we walked into the school together I fought the urge to hold her hand. She was looking pale enough and I didn't want to make it worse by giving her a heart attack. I finally got her to buy the old "trust me" line and that had gotten her to calm down – sort of. As we entered the school I suspected I'd have some more damage control to deal with later on, but I'd worry about it then. The first half of the day was relatively uneventful through my three morning classes, but when lunch time finally came I was really feeling strangely amorous. I knew that Debbie and I had the same lunch hour and I decided whatever I was hungry for, a granola bar would simply not be able to do it for me today. We hadn't spoken since we entered the school together, but I had known this woman for a long time and I suspected that she was back in control. I walked over to Debbie's classroom and entered without knocking. She immediately looked up at me and smiled lovingly. I just wanted to melt every time I looked into those brown eyes. Then her expression began to change to one of concern as she saw me close and lock the door and provocatively move towards her. All the while our eyes never broke contact. I walked towards her and I sat down on the center of the desk directly in front of her with my feet straddling her chair. My four inch heels were balancing on the armrest and I thought my legs looked even sexier than usual and I thought that the entire scene was incredibly erotic. Then I pulled my skirt up around my waist so that my goods were on now fully on display and then I looked back into her adoring eyes. Using the same sultry voice I used the night before I whispered. "Baby, I really need to feel your tongue in my pussy now; please eat me." Even though I had known all along what I was going to say to her, I was still surprised to hear those words actually come from my lips. In the past twenty four hours I had more orgasms than I enjoyed in any single year at college and I was still clamoring for more. I didn't know where this new Jordan Peters was coming from, but I really thought that I was really gonna like her. After this morning I wasn't exactly certain how Debbie might react to this little mid-day intrusion. I kept watching her face for some latent sign or reaction that might suggest the timing was off, but strangely there was no such sign. She reached for her purse that was on the top of her desk to my left side, almost as if I wasn't even in the room. Then it dawned on me what she was about to do and I felt my pulse begin to quicken. She pulled something from her purse and then she began to apply a new coat of that cranberry lipstick to her lips. There went the goose bumps once again and I suddenly wanted her with the same level of passion I had felt the night before. Then she stood and moved towards me and I fell into her arms as our lips met and the sensual ravaging began. I never imagined it was possible to want someone as badly as I now wanted her. There was something exciting – almost wicked, about what we were doing behind locked doors in a busy high school. As the sound of teachers and students could be plainly heard on the other side of the door, our lips and tongues continued a wondrous assault on each other in a frenzied passion that had me wet within minutes. Then Debbie pulled me towards the edge of her desk and I became a little alarmed that I was gonna slide off and she could immediately sense my concern. "Its okay baby, trust me." She whispered in my ear between kisses. Those words seemed to eliminate any fear I had of sliding off the desk onto the floor and I surrendered fully to my lover. Once I was pulled towards the edge of her desk I finally understood her plan. She unfastened her skirt and allowed it to fall freely to the floor and the sight I was now enjoying was simply breathtaking. As she now stood before me naked from the waist down, it was clear that she too made the decision that panties would be optional today and I couldn't have been more delighted. Then we began to rub and grind our naked pussies against each other, as we continued kissing in a way I only used to read about in romance novels. I couldn't tell where Debbie was on the road to paradise, but I suspected that it was probably a very short road and she was probably very close, as I was. Between the kissing and feeling our pussies gyrating closely together I knew if there was ever any doubt about my sexual orientation, the feelings that I now had surging through me would forever put those doubts to rest. As the intensity of my pending orgasm continued to build, I knew that I was just moments from my release. That was when I experienced one of the most erotic sensations of my life. Debbie's orgasm began to rock her world and as she started to cum I felt her fluids ejaculate directly onto my fully exposed clit - that now seemed to be in a perpetual state of arousal. Once I felt Debbie cumming on my pussy I thought I'd black out from the intensity of my climax. I locked my legs around her butt and pulled her in closer to me, nearly sucking her tongue right out of her mouth. As we continued to rub our pussies together I thought it would never get any better than this, but once again I was wrong. Debbie seemed to be on a mission. Immediately after we enjoyed our simultaneous climax I thought we'd hug each other and continue our kissing until we settled back down to Earth. But Debbie surprised me and pulled away from my grasp, hearing an audible moan in her wake - mine. Then she took a minute to reapply the cranberry lipstick to her incredible lips and then she went directly to her knees. As if programmed, and with the fury of someone possessed, Debbie drove her face into my crotch and as she did I felt her tongue enter me. I didn't need to be reminded that it was the first time in my life that I had a woman go down on me and I knew right away that I'd never forget it or ever be able to live without it. I immediately knew that until the day I died it would become one of my favorite sexual activities. Debbie's arms were wrapped around my ass pulling me tighter towards her face, as she made love to my pussy, continuously fucking me with her tongue. It was the most wonderful and glorious feeling I had ever experienced and I realized that I had my hands on her head and I was forcing it into my crotch even harder, not knowing if she could even breathe and selfishly not caring. I was experiencing sheer ecstasy and I wanted it to go on forever. Debbie did everything I had done to her the previous night and much more and I knew that through it all I had learned some techniques that I could eventually use on her very soon. But aside from the sheer enjoyment I felt while her tongue fully explored my most intimate recesses, I was beguiled by one other image. Watching Debbie's beautiful face buried in my crotch passionately licking my pussy was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen and I knew I wanted this woman to be a big part of my life. By the time the second orgasm raked through my ravaged body I felt like I was on fire. When I thought it was finally all over, Debbie sucked my clit into her mouth and using the skill of a surgeon began dragging my engorged clit between her teeth, using the perfect intensity to send me into orbit instead of the hospital. My breathing became accelerated and I heard my heart pounding so loud it was nearly deafening. That was about the time I must have blacked out. Jordan's Brave New World I don't know how long I was out of it, but when I opened my eyes and I was lying back on the desk and Debbie was behind my head, on the front side of the desk. She was staring down at me – upside down actually, and she was stroking my hair and humming. As soon as I opened my eyes I jumped up and spun around on the desk knocking papers everywhere until our eyes finally met. "I . . . that was the most incredible thing I have ever felt in my entire life. Let me do you now." I said, over the sounds of labored breathing and with a renewed feeling of excitement. She smiled at me in a way that just made me feel good to be alive and any doubts I may have ever had about us and our future together just seemed to fade further and further away. "Shhhh . . . its okay baby." She whispered to me in that same erotic, throaty voice that made me feel like melting. "You did me twice last night and I fell asleep before I could return the favor. Besides, I don't ever want it to be about keeping score, otherwise we both lose." I thought about what she said for a minute and then I smiled at her. I was still trembling slightly and I'm sure that it showed. The feelings that I was now experiencing for this women were totally new to me and I didn't know exactly how to deal with them, but I knew I wanted to somehow find the words to share them with her. I opened my mouth and spoke to her in a soft whisper that was barely audible. "Debbie, I pray this doesn't scare you off, but I think that I may be falling in love with you. I don't have a lot of experience with either sex to draw upon, so I can't be totally sure about all the things that are racing through my mind, but I know what I'm feeling for you now is just pure magic and I don't ever want it to end." Tears started to flow from her eyes again as she seemed to study me closely for an instant, as if she was still determining my true level of credibility. "Jordan, baby, I think I'm falling in love with you too, but are you sure that you want someone who is so much older than you? After all, twelve years can be a pretty big age gap." My eyes never left hers. "I know I'm only twenty-two, but I've never felt a connection like this before or even imagined one such as this could even be possible. I think there's something very special about you and me together and I sense that you feel it too. It would be tragic if we didn't play this out to see where it might take us. You've known me for a long time; can you possibly doubt my level of commitment to you?" She looked at me for a long moment, before finally smiling back at me. "Of course not baby, I just want you to be sure, that's all. It would simply kill me to hear you tell me afterwards that you decided that you're really not interested in a lasting relationship with me. That's happened to me once before with another woman and I don't think I could handle anything like it again. Of course I feel the intense connection between us too and even a blind person could see that what we have together is very special." I grew quiet and considered all the things we had just said to each other. There was a lot of commitment in those words by each of us, but I had little doubt that I meant every word and it was exactly what I wanted. As we both grew quiet I was considering the timing of my next question. Then I just threw caution to the wind and decided to ask it anyway. "Debbie, the painting above your fireplace; was that done at a time when you were with another woman?" I could tell she was surprised by the question and for a moment I think she even considered not answering. Then she smiled at me and nodded her head. "Yes, you're very perceptive baby. But we can talk about that at another time. Our lunch break is almost over and I have a Physics class to teach in a few minutes." We kissed one last time, before I pulled myself together and slowly headed for the door. As I unlocked it I was just about to leave when Debbie called my name and I turned around to face her. She had a near-mischievous grin on her face and I was drawn to those deep brown eyes that I hoped I'd get a lifetime to enjoy. "Jordan, I was thinking that perhaps we need to have a little party at my house this weekend and invite Erika and Lisa over – as a way to thank them for their . . . discretion. Do you think they'd wanna come?" I couldn't help smile back at her, probably reflecting the same mischievous grin she just flashed me. "Oh, I suspect that's something those two girls do whenever they get the opportunity." As I headed back to my classroom to prepare for my Anatomy class, I wondered what Erika and Lisa would have in store for me today.