13 comments/ 182104 views/ 36 favorites Jordan's Metamorphosis Continues By: babylez Please don't reproduce this copyrighted work without written permission. ________ Of course, all the actors in this script are of legal age. ________ This story continues with the characters and the plot introduced in an earlier story entitled Jordan's Lesbian Metamorphosis. I recommend that you consider reading the original story first. ________ I stood and tried to make myself presentable, but after a few minutes I realized that task was much too formidable. Then I slowly headed over to Debbie's classroom to find out all I could about those two incredible women. "Holy shit, what happened to you, Jordan?" Debbie asked incredulously, as I knocked twice and slowly entered her classroom, barely remembering to close the door behind me. As I entered the classroom Debbie stood up and walked towards me with a genuine look of concern on her face. As her eyes slowly surveyed what appeared to be left of me, it was clear by her expression that she had no clue what sort of assistance to render. So she just stood there helplessly and watched, totally mystified by the appearance of the woman now standing before her. How in the world could I really answer a question like that after the incredible experience I just had, I wondered quietly. I knew that I really didn't have the energy to stand there holding myself up while answering her questions at the same time, so I slowly staggered past Debbie to a desk in the front row and literally poured myself into it without saying a word. I let out an audible sigh as my body finally stopped sliding and my ass hit the rock hard seat, a sensory reminder that I could have easily done without. "Debbie, I really need a minute here." I begin slowly, taking a breath between words as often as proper grammatical syntax would allow. "This has been . . . a very strange day for me and I don't think I could talk very well right now if my life depended on it. Can you cut me some slack for a while and finish telling me what it is you know about Lisa and Erika. For some strange reason I haven't been able to get those girls out of my mind." I guess if I had been in the mood for a really good laugh, I would have thoroughly enjoyed the priceless expression that I now saw consuming Debbie's face. I could tell that the curiosity was simply killing her, but she honored my request and fought the urge to interrogate me further. She slowly retraced the steps to her desk and sat down, never once removing her eyes from me. "Okay . . . okay!" Were the first words out of her mouth after she sat down at her desk. "I'll agree to that Jordan, but here's the quid pro quo. Whatever it was that happened to you . . . " I swallowed hard waiting and hoping against hope that when she finished that sentence she would try to be somewhat kind. "Shit Jordan, I don't know whether to call the school nurse, the Sheriff's Department or a fucking beautician; you look terrible. Before this day is through you've got to tell me everything that has happened to you and I don't want the Cliff Notes' version either – understand! I've been teaching here for twelve tears and it's always been so terribly mundane; you show up and on your very first day on the job, you . . . " She paused without finishing her thought, but I knew she really didn't have to say another word; I knew exactly what she meant. I had known this woman for many years and we always seemed to have a connection on some level and on rare occasions that connection even seemed to transcend our usual student–teacher relationship. But I could definitely feel something going on between us now. There was certainly the usual run-of-the-mill curiosity in her expression to be sure, but in her voice I could also sense that she was genuinely concerned about me and I knew I was really flattered by that concern. I just closed my eyes and nodded at her or at least I think I did. I think I even tried to smile at her, but I'm not certain that I was able to pull that off any more effectively either. In any case, she sure as hell could not have caught me in a more relenting mood. In fact, at that moment I would've probably agreed to anything she asked of me, or I would have willingly signed any document she placed in front of me. I was still feeling incredible from my afternoon delight and I wanted to continue to savor that feeling without any major distractions, either until I died or until it was finally time to leave the school. At that moment I thought the smart money was on my imminent demise. So I tried to find a comfortable position on that very uncomfortable plastic seat, which was definitely not an easy task after the kind of afternoon Erika had just inflicted upon me. After about a minute I sadly realized that no position was gonna work for me for, so I squeezed my thighs together as hard as I could in an attempt to try and diffuse the pressure from sitting on my swollen happy place. After all the moving around I did I finally looked over at Debbie, who was watching me intently as I kept squirming around in the chair, and then it was over and I was finally ready for her to begin. She dragged her chair out from behind her desk and positioned it several feet in front of me, as she seemed to visually survey me one last time. Then as she was just about to begin, there was a knock at the door and then it opened wide enough so that Ms. Blake was able to lean her body into the room without actually entering. "Good afternoon ladies," she said, brandishing a smile at us. We returned her smile, but before we had time to respond, she continued with her monologue. "Jordan, I thought I'd probably find you here. I just wanted you to know that I've already had some really positive feedback from a couple of your female students regarding the first Anatomy class. They both told me that they're very excited about the potential the class seems to hold. Thanks again for taking that class for me; you were obviously the perfect choice. See you tomorrow ladies." Then Ms. Blake leaned back out of the room and disappeared, closing the door behind her. I stared at the closed door for an instant, knowing what was waiting for me just four feet away. When I finally returned my attention back to Debbie, she was staring at me once again and I could immediately sense that she was about to renew her interrogation. I just held out my hand with my palm side facing her, the universally recognized symbol in the civilized world for 'stop!' "Later; I'll tell you about all of it, but later," was all I needed to say to derail that freight train one final time. "Okay, later it is." She said softly, echoing my word back to me with an obvious tone of reluctance in her voice. Then she sighed deeply and I could tell she was collecting her thoughts. "Alright, let me tell you what I know about those two students." But as she was about to start her narrative she glanced up at the clock on the wall, which was now reading nearly three forty. "Damn, I have my dog over at the vet's office and they have some bizarre hours over there on Wednesday. They close by four o'clock so I need to run over there and get him now or I'll be stuck with a very pissed off dog and a boarding fee, but I don't want to put this discussion off until another time. Why don't you ride over to the office with me to get my dog in my car, then we'll head over to my house and pig out on some lasagna. I went a little crazy over the weekend and made three large pans and I could really use some help eating it or I'll be looking at it every night this week. I can drive you back for your car later on – what do ya say?" As I mulled over the many other offers that were on the table at that very moment, the decision didn't seem terribly difficult. Besides, I didn't have time for breakfast this morning and all I had for lunch was a granola bar that tasted more like sawdust than granola – or maybe they were actually one in the same, I have to remember to finally read that label. I could certainly head home and see what my mom was cooking, but living at home was not any more exciting for me the second time around than it was the first, so once Debbie actually dangled a meal in front of me with the prospect for some really great company, the decision was frankly a no-brainer. "Debbie, thanks so much for the invitation. I think your offer sounds wonderful." The expression on her face when I accepted made me tingle, without exactly understanding why. We picked up the canine, a massive black German Shepherd and Wolf mix named Satan – no joke that was really his name. The beast must have out-weighed me by at least twenty-five or thirty pounds and each time I looked at him with his hindquarters resting on the center of the back seat and his head lunging forward less than two feet from my face, I was waiting for his piercing eyes to turn an eerie shade of blood-red. I could easily see why leaving him at the vet's office for an additional night was simply not going to be a do-able option for Debbie. I damn well wouldn't want this dog angry at me either. Debbie and I made small talk during the twenty minute drive to a different part of suburbia, an area that I hadn't been to before. During the entire drive I could feel Satan's breath on the left side of my face, all the while wishing I had some sort of a weapon in my purse. I knew if Debbie and I were to become really close friends I would have to find a way to deal with this dog by becoming friends - or else I'd probably have to kill it. The friend's route was probably my first choice and I suspect it would have been Debbie's only choice - if I had bothered to solicit her vote, that is. Debbie's house was in a newer subdivision, newer that is compared to the house I grew up in. It even looked as big as or even bigger than our house, which impressed me, since she was the only one living in all that space. We drove into a spotless double car garage. There was not one power tool or yard tool or any other such thing. I realized it was truly a woman's garage and I just loved it immediately. Her Jeep Cherokee SUV would be sharing this pristine space with a sleek Mongoose ten-speed road bicycle that was parked very carefully against the side wall. I knew a little bit about bicycles from college and suspected that Debbie had at least two thousand dollars tied up in that beauty. Certainly not a fortune, but at least now I knew why Debbie's body always looked so terrific. I heard the automatic garage door closing behind us and I realized that my parent's house never needed an automatic garage door opener because the house had no garage. To poor little ole me, this was fancy living. We all entered the house and before she even put down her purse Debbie fed the dog from hell. I was stunned to see her pull a can of food from her pantry that would have been large enough to feed a family of four in any emerging third world country. Satan had the last trace of food gone within thirty seconds from the time the bowl first hit the floor and then immediately looked up at her, as if he was now expecting the main course. I couldn't determine whether I was impressed by his appetite or scared shitless to be in the same room with a one hundred forty pound carnivore named Satan. At that moment I certainly didn't feel like I was on top of the food chain. "Why don't you sit out in the living room and get comfortable, Jordan. Let me change quickly and then I'll pour us a glass of wine." I felt a little nervous when Debbie disappeared until I saw that the dog had followed her into an area of the house where I suspected the bedrooms were located. I walked out to the living room and sat on an over-stuffed sofa facing the fireplace. The sofa was the most comfortable thing I'd ever sat on in my life and it nearly swallowed me up. I slipped off my heels and I tried to get comfortable, but now it had been more than an hour since my two orgasms in class and my pantyhose was starting to feel really cold and clammy against my pussy. I glanced towards the bedroom area to make sure that the coast was still clear and then I quickly slipped the pantyhose off and put them in my purse. Then I curled my legs tightly against my body and looked around at the tastefully decorated room. The walls of the living room were done in a very pale yellow and there were silk flower arrangements located everywhere throughout the room. There was a baby grand piano in one corner and what appeared to be a very pricey stereo rack system against the back wall. I thought some music would be great, but there was no way I was getting off that sofa unless my life depended on it. A large beautiful oil painting was hanging in the place of honor above the fireplace and it was easy to see why she had made the choice. It depicted an overcast sky over a desolate beach. The waves were pounding the shore just beginning to show their fury and the gulls were trying to get away from what appeared to be an impending storm. You could almost see down the beach for miles and miles and there was not a soul in sight. There was an inherent sadness or loneliness that was captured in that painting that really seemed to move me. I had taken a couple of art classes in college and knew just enough about art to be dangerous, but I was amazed at how well the colors of the sky and the angry sea were blended in the painting and the use of color was simply flawless. I thought the painting was excellent and I suspected that an accomplished artist probably did the work. I looked for the painter's name in the usual location on the canvas, but I only saw the lower case initials 'dlj." I was surprised but not disappointed to see that there was no television set anywhere in the room. Don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those pompous jerks who swears she never watches television, but this room was much too perfect for that mundane activity. This room was made for visiting, reading or listening to music. You could watch television in a garage or even in the bathroom and the experience would not be lessened a single bit. As I continued to gaze around, it was evident that Debbie's artsy touch was everywhere I looked and I realized that I felt very comfortable in that room. It's funny the difference that six years and two degrees make. If I were still a high school student, I don't think I could ever have been comfortable sitting in a teacher's house. But now everything was totally different. Okay, maybe I was still not entirely comfortable, but I was really getting there at warp speed. Debbie had made every effort to make me feel comfortable around her and I was beginning to really appreciate those efforts. I was mindful, however, that I had to start reciprocating very soon or we'd never be more than what we were, a teacher and her former student. I wondered whether the bravado it took for me to remove those clammy pantyhose was subliminally some sort of a veiled effort on my part. I know it's weird, but all of these feelings were still so new to me. I heard Debbie enter the kitchen and then the refrigerator opened and closed a couple times and then I heard the oven click on and then I heard the winding sound of a kitchen timer being set. I also heard the clinking sound of long stem wine glasses being removed from a shelf and then Debbie came out to the living room carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and two long stemmed wine glasses in the other. I sat there staring at the woman who I had always considered to be the poster girl for female fashion consciousness in our high school. There she stood barefoot wearing a plain light blue cotton dress with half sleeves, a scoop neckline that barely exposed the tops of her beautiful breasts and a flowing full skirt that fell barely to her knees. It seemed that she cleaned off most of her makeup and the girl I was now staring at looked closer to twenty years old than she did to thirty. She looked absolutely sensational and it was the first time I had a sense that I was actually seeing the real Debbie Masters. As she entered the living room she saw me staring at her intently and responded in the same way any female would typically respond to a similar level of scrutiny. "What?" She asked emphatically. Is there anything more attractive than a woman who is totally unaware of her own beauty, I wondered as I stared lovingly at her. Then she placed a bottle of chilled Riunite wine and the two glasses on the coffee table positioned in front of the couch and started inspecting herself carefully for something she might have previously overlooked. Before she could finish her careful inspection, I reached over and lightly touched her hand to get her attention. It was such a simple gesture and I suppose I could have just as easily said something to her that would have accomplished the same purpose. I really had no idea why I felt the immediate need to touch her at that particular moment, but when I saw her in that dress I think I was actually operating on autopilot. I knew I certainly enjoyed touching her, but I wasn't sure I received the response that I had hoped for. Of course, if I was perfectly honest with myself, I wasn't exactly sure what sort of response I had even expected. My touch caused Debbie to stop scrutinizing her dress. She immediately redirected her gaze at me seated on the sofa just a couple feet away. It was, to say the least, a moment that seemed a bit more awkward than I had ever intended it to be. I sensed that she was trying to determine what message I was trying to send her using such a tender gesture, but all I could do was to stare into her beautiful eyes and swallow hard. I was far too inexperienced to follow up on her inquisitive or maybe even inviting stare. So we awkwardly froze for a moment looking into each other eyes, trying desperately to respond in a way that would not result in our mutual humiliation. "It was nothing actually," I began, not exactly sure how I'd follow up on such a creative opening line. "I feel a little embarrassed now to even say it, but I have to tell you that ever since I was in ninth grade I've always thought that you were one of the most beautiful women I ever saw. Oddly enough though, it seems that until this very moment I really had no idea how beautiful you truly are." Did you ever find yourself in a situation at some point during your life where your body was acting in a particular way and you felt like you had absolutely no control over what it was doing? You might have said something to someone that was so incredibly stupid, you couldn't even believe that the words actually originated from your mouth, yet sadly you knew they did. I was feeling exactly that way right now. With the exception of some rather passionate kissing I had done with my best friend Allie in our senior year, which we claimed was only practice for the dates we both knew we'd never have, and mutually masturbating each other over the outside of our panties a total of just three times, I had never thought that I might really have any sort of sexual attraction to women. I mean, can anyone out there tell me is that something you're supposed to consciously do at a certain age or do the circumstances just sort of thrust you into it unexpectedly? I wasn't sure of the answer either and I had no sibling to confide in or an experienced best friend to ask. The way my body reacted today around Erika and Lisa had been a wake-up call of sorts and had caused me to think about those feelings and desires more than ever before. I knew that what I did with Erika in the classroom did not necessarily qualify me as a full fledged card carrying lesbian, yet it felt too incredible to try and explain it all away as a one-time occurrence and I wasn't inclined to do so anyway. I'd never felt that way before and I knew I was anxious to experience a lot more. I guess you can tell that at twenty-two I was still as confused as ever, yet as I spoke those words to Debbie I still had trouble believing that they came out of my mouth, although this time I certainly didn't regret saying them. Jordan's Metamorphosis Continues As I pulled my hand back slowly, I could tell that Debbie was not exactly sure how to interpret my action or the compliment that I had just paid her. I knew I must have been sending her mixed signals or maybe I wasn't even sending her any signals. I just wanted to really tell her how inept I was in this area and ask her – no beg her, to please take the lead, but I never heard myself utter those words. In fact, I simply couldn't find any words. She smiled at me though in a way that made me feel that it was alright and that made me feel really good inside. It was plain to see that despite my total lack of experience, what was happening between us now was shaping up to be a good thing. "Thank you, Jordan. That is without question the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." It wasn't what she said as much as it was the way she said it. It was a voice that I had never heard come from Debbie Masters' lips before and she said my name in a way that I had never heard her say it before and it caused goose bumps to develop all over my arms. The tone wasn't the sanitized, monotonic teacher's voice that I had known for four years in high school. It was much softer, gentler and breathier and it sounded so wonderful that I wanted it to resonate in my mind for the rest of the night. Debbie finally broke our stare and opened the wine, apologizing that it was nothing more lavish, and poured us each a full glass. I wasn't a big drinker, heck – I wasn't even a little drinker actually, so expensive wine would have been totally wasted on me anyway. This wine was carbonated – I didn't even know they made wine like that unless it was Champagne, but it had a wonderful fruity taste. I loved it as soon as I tasted it and I told her so. She smiled at me before taking a sip herself, joking that it's what I should come to expect on a teacher's salary. For an instant I sensed that we weren't sure what to do next. I didn't want an awkward moment to destroy the wonderful time we were sharing, so I finally decided to stop being a spectator and I jumped in with both feet. "Debbie, I couldn't help but notice the oil painting above the fireplace. I don't recognize it, but I think it's really terrific. Who is the artist?" Normally that would have been just an ice breaker, but in truth I really did love that painting and wanted to know the answer, just in case I might actually recognize the name of the artist. She looked up at the painting and seemed to focus on it for a very long time, almost as if she had lost herself in it. I assumed that she had forgotten who had actually painted the piece and was trying to recall the artist's name in her mind's eye. Then she looked at me with the oddest expression and answered, as if she'd known the answer all along. "It's a painting of the beach on South Padre Island entitled 'Loneliness.' It was done by Debra Leigh Johnson of Corpus Christi, Texas - circa 1988, when Hurricane Gilbert was heading directly for us." She answered, in a far away tone that I've never heard come from her lips before. I turned back to look at the painting again for another minute before I returned my attention to Debbie, who was now slowly sipping her wine and looking directly at me over the edge of the glass. God, it was such a sexy sight that it actually caused my pulse to quicken. "Okay, you were going to tell me all about Lisa and Erika and then I was going to tell you about my grueling day at the office." I said with a smirk. Debbie slowly removed the glass from her lips and for the first time since she entered the living room I could clearly see that she had applied a coat of that sexy cranberry colored lipstick that I could still remember from my days in high school. I recalled that she didn't wear that shade too often, but whenever she did it always made me feel very different or strange somehow. But at that time in my life I could never fully understand or identify the feelings that were coursing through me. Now, here I was years later, and I think I was finally beginning to understand why I had felt the way I did. I realized there was something about that shade of lipstick that was simply perfect on her; it made her look even sexier to me than she normally did and I think I was responding to my incredible attraction for her – even back then. The thought that she might have actually put the lipstick on for me seemed to increase my pulse rate even more and definitely caused a noticeable tingle between my legs. I shifted awkwardly on the sofa, as she finally sat down next to me, with only a half cushion now separating us. Then she finally began. "I have a good friend from college who teaches over at the same middle school that Lisa Cruz attended before she came to Memorial. This friend, her name is Caitlin but she goes by Cat, and I were visiting a couple years ago at the school when Lisa and Erika walked by at the end of the day. Cat's eyes nearly fell out of her head when she saw the two girls. At first I just assumed it was just the lez thing that made her freak out, because they were holding hands at the time, but that wasn't it at all." "She asked me if the dark haired beauty was Lisa Cruz. At that time I didn't know anything about Lisa's past, but she was in my Chemistry class that year and my Biology class the year before, so I had no trouble confirming that the girl was indeed Lisa." Debbie stopped to take another sip of her wine and as she did she started rearranging herself on the sofa to get more comfortable. She now was leaning back against the armrest on a fluffy pillow facing me, with her knees up and an arm draped around them. The dress was easily long enough the cover her legs just below her knees. I too shifted the way I was seated so that I was now directly facing her, while also trying to make certain that my skirt didn't ride up and reveal my missing pantyhose. "Cat told me that when Lisa was in middle school she was such a wall flower. She always dressed in jeans, plain tee shirts and tennis shoes every day and her hair was usually pulled back in a very unflattering pony tail. She also said that despite the rather Spartan appearance she presented, even then it was plain to most people – especially the female teachers, that Lisa was really a very attractive girl under the conservative facade, but the wallflower was all that most people - including the students, ever saw." Debbie continued after sipping at her wine again. "I told Cat that on the first day of school when Lisa was in ninth grade she was anything but a wallflower. I went on to tell her that Lisa always wore skirts just above her knees and very fashionable tops. Her boobs had gotten larger and her necklines were a lot lower. I told Cat that she also stopped wearing pony tails and she traded in the tennis shoes for attractive dress heels. To top it all off, Lisa was now wearing makeup and she kept her nails a lot longer. It was clear that the woman that had been hiding inside that middle school student was slowly starting to emerge and the boys definitely took notice, while the girls absolutely hated the new competition. Yet, she did little with her new celebrity status, preferring to stay to herself, never aligning herself with any peer group." "In the summer before her sophomore year, a world-renown physician specializing in cancer cell research, was recruited from Iceland to come and work at the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in the medical center downtown. His name was Gunnar Einarsson and the hospital executive who handled the deal to bring him to Texas was Richard Cruz, who as you probably already guessed by the name is Lisa's father." "Even before Dr. Einarsson arrived in town, word began to circulate like wildfire about his gorgeous daughter who had been a top model in Iceland and Europe since she was only twelve. I can only guess about the pieces of the puzzle that fell in between what I personally knew or heard about. For example, I suspect that Lisa was probably bisexual or gay all along, which may be why she never showed any interest in any of the boys in ninth grade." "When Erika arrived from Iceland, Mr. Cruz originally asked his daughter to help get Erika acclimated to the community. I think she even lived with Lisa for a month or two because the girls got along incredibly well. Soon afterwards they were inseparable." "When it was finally time for Dr. Einarsson to purchase a house, he decided to buy one in our school district so Erika could attend the same school as Lisa. There were no other siblings for him to be concerned about, so I guess Erika virtually got everything she needed or ever asked for. Her mother had died years earlier, so it was just the two of them, but I suspect that this must have only been part of the story." I listened intently, as I nursed my wine and watched Debbie's beautiful lips move, as she continued with the rest of her tale. "Obviously there was a real love connection between the two girls that probably no one could have ever expected. When they showed up for class as sophomores they were already a couple and neither girl felt the need to hide that fact from anyone. I guess because of Erika's international modeling career, she was more than willing to use her fashion and make-up sense to further help fully develop Lisa's potential. Now, as seniors, I think there's little doubt that not only are these two girls the most gorgeous females in the high school, they may be the most gorgeous women in the entire state of Texas." Debbie finished her wine and then reached for the bottle on the coffee table and filled her glass first and then held the bottle out to refill mine, as well. As she leaned forward and began to pour, the wine came out of the bottle much faster than she had expected and a good bit of it bounced into and then out of my glass and landed directly onto the front of my skirt. I actually thought the entire scene was pretty humorous, but I could immediately see that Debbie felt terrible. "Oh damn, Jordan I'm so, so sorry." Debbie put the bottle and her glass down on the coffee table and then scooted directly in front of me. When her knees were finally flush-up against me, I could tell that it suddenly occurred to her that she didn't have anything to use to try and sponge up the spilled wine from my skirt, so she immediately gathered her dress together and began feverishly dabbing it against my skirt where the wine had landed. As she held the gathered skirt in her hand I immediately could see that Debbie had nothing on underneath her dress. I didn't have a great view, but there was no doubt that I was now staring at her shaved pussy. I was flooded with a series of rather interesting and very diverse emotions, as I sat on that comfortable sofa. I reached over to place my wine glass on the table and then I stared into Debbie's eyes. It was plain to see that she was totally oblivious to the treasure that she was now exposing to me under her dress. As I was treated to an ongoing display of her most intimate place, I could feel that amazing tingling sensation once again within my pussy. It actually surprised me a bit, because I felt fairly certain that she automatically closed down for the day after the four orgasms she enjoyed earlier. But now she was rearing her head again and she wanted to come out and play, especially when she realized there was a new friend to meet. As they say, when it rains it pours. Debbie continued to work on cleaning a spot that probably would never even be visible on a black skirt anyway, but I knew she felt badly so I resisted saying anything about it. But then fortunately fate decided to intervene and rear its wonderful head at a time when some form of help was desperately needed. Through Debbie's ongoing restorative efforts to try and remove the wine and avoid a stain, she had eventually gathered up my skirt in her right hand, while rubbing it with her own skirt in her other hand. Her motion resulted in my skirt being raised up more than a foot from my thighs. Because of the position she was currently in, immediately sandwiched next to me yet still sitting back on her heels, once my skirt was raised up she now had an unobstructed view of my very wet pussy. Even with the dramatic exposure, it took Debbie several moments as she continued rubbing my skirt until she finally realized what she was looking at. "Ahhhhh." A barely audible moan escaped from Debbie's nearly closed lips and I didn't need a shred of experience to know exactly what that sound signified. Although on some level I was still trying to sort through my new feelings regarding my own sexual orientation, there was no way for me to mistake the fact that my pulse was now beating at a mile-a-minute and I felt as if my head was about to nearly spin off of my shoulders. It seemed as if time was suddenly suspended as we remained motionless on that sofa. Debbie slowly stopped messing around with my stupid skirt and she had now fully focused her undivided attention on the area between my legs. As my eyes were watching Debbie's reaction to her recent discovery, it occurred to me that it was absolutely the most beautiful vision I think that I'd ever seen in my life. Since I'd been a teenager I've felt completely inadequate as a female, since nothing I did would ever garner any level of sexual attraction for the males of the species. There were even times, out of desperation, that I even considered going outside the species once or twice. Okay, I was only kidding about that part, but you probably know what I mean. Yet, here I sat nearly holding my breath, hoping that Debbie wouldn't look away. I was totally mesmerized and aroused by the fact that this gorgeous woman seemed to find me attractive at some level. Perhaps even more important than her attraction for me was that it seemed as if a defining moment was occurring between us. What I thought I was now seeing in Debbie's beautiful brown eyes was a sight that was very familiar to me. It was something that I could even identify with, especially after today: pure lust. Without taking my eyes off of her, I reached down to my side and unbuttoned my skirt and slid the zipper down as far as I could without moving a muscle. As careful as I tried to be, my movement seemed to shatter Debbie's concentration somewhat and she suddenly looked up into my eyes brandishing a look that I remembered seeing on her face earlier that day. It was almost as if she sensed that she was now completely vulnerable and for that instant she was uncertain as to how these events would continue to unfold. I knew I didn't want to leave her that way any longer than I had to. When I finally met resistance with my zipper I knew I could go no further. I had no idea exactly what I was gonna do next. I knew any of the guys that I had dated at UT would have already deposited their seed inside me, grabbed a Diet Pepsi from the fridge and then waved to me on the way out the door, leaving me high and dry. So even drawing upon my meager experience, I was in new and uncharted territory. But I grew up a good Catholic girl and I was taught that if I always did the right thing then god would look out for me and help me in my time of need. It was funny to have such a clerical reflection at that particular moment, but as I did - it suddenly occurred to me that I didn't really need any experience or instruction manual while I was sitting on that sofa. Kneeling before me was a female who for more than six years I considered one of the most beautiful and sexy women I'd ever seen. God, I remembered the many nights that I masturbated over fantasies that included Debbie Masters. If she has the interest in me sexually that she seems to have, I realized that there really was nothing I could do wrong here, if all of my actions were designed to make her feel good? Don't you just love a good epiphany? "Pull off my skirt, Debbie." The words came through my lips in barely a whisper, but this time there was no mistake about who might have said them or why. They were indeed my words and I was elated that I was able to utter them. When they left my mouth and I finally heard them resonate, the sound simply thrilled me. It was the most erotic and sensual tone I had ever used in my life and I thought it sounded exactly the way I was feeling - sexy. I could tell that Debbie clearly heard what I had said to her, but by the look on her face I saw that she was still not certain whether she heard what she thought. When she looked into my eyes again for some sort of confirmation or guidance, I smiled lovingly at her and just nodded my head. The glow of a warm smile came to her face, as she finally realized that we both wanted the same thing. Without taking her eyes from mine, Debbie brought her hands down slowly finding the hem of my skirt. As she began to tug gently, I bridged my shoulders back against the armrest of the sofa so that all the weight that had been on my butt would temporarily shift. Once my butt was elevated several inches, Debbie was able to pull my skirt off effortlessly and I was now sitting there wearing only my top. I knew if Debbie had been a feline she would have been purring like crazy by now. She looked down and had an unencumbered view of my pussy. Even with the sparse light brown hair around it, it wasn't difficult for her to see the good stuff. And what she was looking at left little doubt about how much I was enjoying what was happening between us. My lips were glistening and she knew it was all because of her. Without waiting for any other signal, Debbie leaned towards me to help me remove my top. I instinctively leaned forward and put my arms together over my head slightly, allowing her to pull it off my body with absolute ease. Once the top was discarded on the floor at my side, I realized that I was naked in a room full of natural light and in front of a woman who was the subject of my carnal desire, yet I felt totally and completely at ease over my revelation. Then in a day that was full of nothing but surprises, there was at least one more coming that would totally shake me to the absolute core of my being. As I diverted my eyes to look at my own body in my usually critical manner, I thought I heard Debbie sniffle. When I returned my gaze to her face, I could see that she had tears streaming down her cheeks. At first I became very nervous, but then the nervousness quickly subsided and it was replaced by fear. A cold icy chill shot through me. I was beginning to convince myself that Debbie was about to tell me that she had changed her mind about the whole thing and couldn't possibly go through with it. I just knew that if I heard those words - or anything even remotely like them from her now that I'd just grab my clothes up off the floor and run screaming from her house in tears, all the while hoping that the hound from hell wouldn't try and stop me. The silence that existed between us at that very moment was simply deafening and to me it seemed to last an eternity. Then Debbie finally spoke to me in that soft erotic tone – almost choking the words out as she said them. "My god, Jordan - you're absolutely beautiful. Your body, it's . . . it's so incredibly perfect; I've never seen such natural beauty in a woman before. I can't believe you could be attracted to me." Okay, even though I was only twenty-two, I think I've heard some pretty good bullshit in my life. I hate to stereotype, but without exception it all originated from the same source - every guy in Austin, Texas who ever wanted to get into my pants. I knew I certainly wasn't the prettiest girl at school; wow, now that's classic understatement. In fact, there were many emotional issues for me living in a state that was largely known for its oil, cattle, the Dallas Cowboys and its most coveted natural resource – an endless supply of incredibly beautiful women. There were indeed many nights that I long suspected I should have moved to Wyoming. Jordan's Metamorphosis Continues Through all of my ongoing reality checks, however, I was not oblivious to the fact that I did have a great body. So when I started to hear about how gorgeous I was from these guys in dark bars or parked cars - well, my mother and father may have raised a sexually confused child, but they certainly didn't raise an idiot. I immediately saw right through it all. The sad thing was that there were times I really needed some human interaction and I didn't even care that it had to come layered with all that bullshit. I know it was a little pathetic, but I had issues; please try not to be too hard on me. Anyway, as I was living and breathing on that sofa this night, I knew everything about this very intimate moment was totally different than any other for me. At first I couldn't believe the words that I heard coming from Debbie's mouth and the whole scene was totally surrealistic to me. The fact that someone other than my daddy actually called me beautiful was amazing in and of itself, but that the words were spoken by this incredibly stunning woman kneeling before me would be enough to finally push me over an emotional cliff. The sheer notion of it all simply overwhelmed me. I actually believed that I would go my entire life without another living person ever saying those words to me. When I saw the complete and unwavering sincerity in those beautiful deep brown eyes, I knew that I heard every word correctly and I just couldn't control myself any longer. All the feelings that had been stored inside me that had developed over a lifetime of rejection, all that insecurity that comes from low or no self esteem simply came flooding out and I simply lost it. I started crying my eyes out, burying my face in my hands. With my sudden emotional outburst I really thought I'd scare Debbie off for sure, but several minutes later when I finally looked up at her I was more than surprised by what I saw. She had pulled her dress off and was now leaning back against the opposite armrest. She was as naked as I was and she was holding her arms out to me in the most loving and inviting manner. Then she spoke, using that soft whispering sensual voice she had been using earlier; that breathy sound was giving me continuous goose bumps all over my body. "Don't cry baby; let me make you feel better." I wiped the tears from my face with my top that I'd gotten off the floor right where Debbie had dropped it and I pushed myself up onto my knees. For an instant I looked at Debbie again at the other side of the sofa. I really wanted to memorialize that image in my mind forever. With her arms outstretched and legs opened lovingly, she was in the most provocative pose I'd ever seen. I knew right away that between those long muscular legs was exactly where I belonged. I slowly crawled into her arms and as my body eased down onto hers it was almost as if every single nerve ending inside me was suddenly on fire. The feeling was absolutely euphoric. We each let out an audible moan, as our bodies came together and then I felt a shudder moving throughout my body that I was simply unable to control. Debbie sensed it immediately and began to hold me tightly. "Oh baby, cum for me, cum for Debbie" was all she whispered in my ear. It was all she had to say. With all remaining inhibitions now gone, I had the most wonderful orgasm of the most wonderful day of my life. It took several minutes for my body to finally settle down. With my head against Debbie's shoulder, I was basking in the glow of a terrific orgasm, while she was tenderly stroking my long hair with one hand and caressing my butt with the other. It felt incredible as she was touching me and I didn't want to move at all - ever, but then I felt it. In the most gentle and sensual manner I could have ever imagine possible, Debbie began slowly gyrating her hips, a feat that I suspect was made far more difficult by supporting my one hundred seventeen pounds. Then it suddenly occurred to me what she was trying to accomplish. We were perfectly aligned and I began to feel her pussy rubbing ever so slightly against my sexual center. Once again I felt my arousal starting to build. I began to slowly gyrate against her body, increasing the wonderful simulation between us. I raised my head off of her shoulder and my face was now hovering only inches above hers. I looked into her beautiful eyes and I saw nothing but love and concern for me there. I had no idea what sort of relationship might ever develop between us, but I instinctively felt that this woman would never do anything to hurt or betray me. As our bodies continued to gyrate, our growing lustful gaze locked onto each other and suddenly it almost felt as if we'd done this a thousand times before. Her expression told me that she was willing to move at any pace that was comfortable for me, but I was developing a hunger for this beauty that I really needed to satisfy. It occurred to me that we seemed to do a lot of communication with our eyes and I was awestruck by the new level of intimacy and closeness we were quickly developing. "I want you to always wear that lipstick for me." I whispered to her, as our eyes remained locked. She smiled up at me, but she didn't say a word. Her expression told me that she was thrilled that I loved the way she looked and we both knew that she would always wear that shade for me from now on. I desperately wanted to kiss her. Her lips, which were always sexy as hell to me, looked even more inviting than ever and I wanted to taste them. I slowly lowered my face to hers and as I did I closed my eyes and prepared for our first kiss. Then I felt her full lips against mine and it made my entire body quiver. It was a moment that I'd remember forever because of its tenderness and the excitement it stirred within me, excitement that was flooding throughout my entire body. I vaguely remembered kissing Allie many years ago, but there was very little doubt in my mind that this experience was completely different. Whatever I was feeling in my pussy before I kissed Debbie, it was now enhanced tenfold. What a dramatic difference there was between kissing a woman and a man. Each kiss and loving bite with Debbie was soft, gentle and appeared to be strategically placed for maximum arousal, as if we knew we were slowly driving each other into some sort of a sexual frenzy. And of course that cranberry lipstick further enhanced the arousal that was growing within me at an alarming pace. It was difficult to describe the intense passion mounting between us, while we were on that sofa grinding our wet crotches together and kissing like our very lives depended on it. I felt so comfortable and familiar with Debbie, that it seemed almost as if we had been through this drill countless times before. I heard several clocks chiming in the background from different places throughout the house while her tongue was playing tag with mine, but I truly had no concept of time and I sensed that was exactly the way it should be when you're making love to someone you really care about. Then I became driven by a new, growing desire within me - I suddenly wanted more from her, much more. Without even knowing or understanding exactly what was behind such a motivation, I reluctantly stopped our kissing and as I did I heard a soft moan escape from her lips. I smiled at her warmly, assuring her that I wasn't going to leave her high and dry. Then I raised my body up on my arms and slowly moved backwards, running my lips down along Debbie's beautiful body, stopping to kiss her full breasts and suck on each nipple on the way. The attention immediately elicited deep moans of approval from her and caused me to smile up at her. Then I pulled myself away and started kissing all over her hard stomach for a wonderful diversion, before I continued to move further south. Finally, I reached my coveted destination. My face was just inches from Debbie's pussy and my heart was racing faster than it did at any other time during the day. As I enjoyed my first close up view of a woman's genitals, Debbie continued lightly stroking my long hair, weaving it between her fingers as she went. I had seen many pictures of shaved pussies over the past several years and between what I had seen earlier with Erika and now what I was staring at with Debbie, I was thoroughly convinced that a shaved pussy was incredibly sexy. At that instant I knew I would shave myself as soon as possible. I think once I reached my ultimate destination we both knew what I had in mind. I even sensed that Debbie suspected this would be something new for me, because she never attempted to rush me, even though I knew how desperately she wanted to cum. I started softly kissing the folds around her incredibly wet opening while stimulating the area with my fingers by moving them in slow rhythmic circles across her countless nerve endings. I was trying to determine her most sensitive areas on the outside, before moving to her inside. I suspected that like all members of the species who possessed the double 'XX' chromosome, Debbie's clit would be the most sensitive area on her body, so I was determined to build up slowly until I reached that point. In college I had too many male dates try to jump start me using immediate stimulation on my clit and that would always take me out of the mood faster than being called the wrong name while the guy was cumming. The last thing I wanted now was to take my lover out of the mood or ruin our first experience together. I already knew that I definitely wanted to do this again and again with this beauty. I must have been doing something right. Debbie had been making several audible sounds that all appeared to be low erotic moans since I started licking her pussy and she was incredibly wet. After licking and lightly biting the folds of skin around the vaginal opening I was ready to finally move my tongue inside her. I had intentionally been moving slowly to get into a comfort zone giving Debbie oral sex, trying not to hasten the pleasure. I realized now that I was as wet as she was and probably enjoying it every bit as much. Debbie was now squirming under me and her breath had noticeably increased. I could also sense that she had stopped gently caressing my hair and she was now more determined than ever to try and use her hands to guide me inside her pussy. I was genuinely flattered that she was enjoying it as much as she was. Then I heard her talk to me in her most wispy, sensual tone. "Jordan, baby, I really need your tongue inside of me now. You're killing me - teasing me that way, please put your tongue in my pussy." I was more than glad to hear Debbie tell me what she wanted. Now I had a better sense where to focus the attention and I knew that I wouldn't forget the next time we were together. It was obvious that Debbie enjoyed the slow buildup, but she didn't want to play any more. I drove my tongue into her pussy and began licking and sucking her juices, as if my life depended on it. It was easy to concentrate on her most sensitive areas, since her reactions to my tongue easily gave her away. I realized I too was becoming consumed by the pleasure I was giving her. I wanted to keep doing more to make her feel terrific and by shear luck I hit on it. As my tongue kept working furiously on her pussy, I used one hand to gently hold onto the folds of skin and squeeze them, but not too tightly. She responded to the diverse sensations and she was beginning to buck a lot, so I guessed she was getting really close. Using my best judgment I suspected that she might be only seconds away. I waited just another instant and then in conjunction with all the other sensations she was receiving from me, I inserted the middle finger of my right hand fully into her ass. I was never prepared for the reaction I received. I didn't know whether it was because Debbie hadn't been with a partner in a really long time or whether I was just that good, though I suspected it was the former. The lower half of her body elevated off of the sofa and in the blink of an eye she sandwiched my head between her thighs keeping it firmly lodged against her pussy. Although breathing became a bit of a concern for me once or twice, I still kept my tongue and lips working at a fevered pace to make sure her orgasm continued uninterrupted. Then to my surprise my face was being thoroughly doused in her fluids. I had never heard of such a thing before and the total surprise of it happening to me only contributed to my own absolute arousal. I don't know what there was about her shooting those fluids into my mouth and all over my face, but suddenly I began to spasm violently and we were both cumming like wildcats at the same time. When I finally opened my eyes, my head was still lying between Debbie's legs. Fortunately, her muscular thighs had released their death grip on me. The room was a lot darker now and I had no idea what time it was, but I was fairly certain it was still Wednesday. I suspected that I had either fallen asleep or passed out, in either case I didn't much care. I felt Debbie running her fingers though my hair and I heard her humming. I thought the sound was simply perfect and it really seemed to match the mood. She must have thought I was still asleep because she seemed to try so hard to remain still. I wanted to enjoy the blissful aftermath, but I did not want to do so alone. I raised my head up and looked into her beautiful brown eyes staring lovingly at me. It was the look that said it all and it made me feel wonderful. She raised her arms again and summoned me to her and I went willingly. I must have been a sight. I knew between her lubrication, my perspiration and her monstrous orgasm on my face I must have really needed to be hosed off. But you couldn't tell it from her reaction to me. She planted kisses all over my face before finally finding my lips. When she pulled away I was sure she could taste herself in that kiss and I was glad it wasn't repugnant to her. She gave me another loving smile and then her eyes opened wide and a look of panic appeared on her face. "Oh shit, the lasagna!" There's something about the way an athlete moves unlike anyone else. Debbie pulled out from under me so effortlessly and with such grace that I barely knew she had left. "Ahhh, how about pizza, my treat," I heard her voice emanating from the kitchen a moment later. When she walked out of the kitchen several minutes later I was so glad to see that she was still beautifully naked. The look in her face was priceless. "I have some more lasagna I can heat up or I can order out for pizza, your choice." She said, standing several feet away looking happier than I could ever remember seeing her. "Don't worry about it," I began slowly. "I only came over for the sex anyway." She laughed and then she sat down on the sofa next to me, looking down into my eyes. "But now that we've had the sex, you must be hungry, beautiful." Wow, there it was again. If she called me that one more time today I would definitely marry her on the spot, I thought. I wanted to say something clever; I thought I was due. I took her hand and kissed it and looked into her eyes. Then I noticed it. While she was gone tending to the lasagna she had applied another coat of that sexy lipstick and that was when it all seemed to come together for me and I realized that I could really fall in love with this woman. I worked to bring myself back to reality. "I sure hope we're not done already, I was just getting warmed up." She laughed as she leaned towards me and kissed me on my lips. I placed my hand behind her head and held the kiss for a full minute. Mmmmm, I loved the feeling when our lips touched and I wanted to savor it. "Thanks for putting on more lipstick." I whispered with a smile. She smiled back at me, acknowledging her appreciation that I was aware of her efforts. Then by the look in her eyes I could tell she was getting serious again. "It was fabulous Jordan, I can't remember any time in my life when I had an orgasm like that. I just knew it would be like this with you." That comment took me by surprise and I replied. "'You knew it would be like this with me,' what do you mean?" It was getting darker in the room, but I was able to see that she seemed to feel a bit awkward by my question. I reached up to touch her face and she met my stare. "Debbie, after what we've just shared together, please never feel awkward about telling me anything." She looked at me and then looked away to avoid my stare, directing her eyes to the painting above the fireplace. "I guess I feel a little like a degenerate, a thirty four year old woman coming onto a twenty two year old girl. Twelve years is a big gap Jordan, I hope you don't think me a terrible person." I was a bit surprised. I never expected that we'd have to cope with this kind of baggage. "Debbie, first of all - I seduced you, you didn't seduce me. Second, I'm as close to my twenty-third birthday as I am to my twenty-second. But most importantly, I'm over the age of eighteen and the law says I'm an adult capable of making my own decisions. I don't think my father necessarily subscribes to that theory yet, but it's not his choice. What happened here was wonderful and it was between two consenting adults, with a great deal of emphasis on the word 'consenting.' There was nothing sordid about it and I'll be very angry at you if you ever try to paint it that way." "So you don't think I'm a monster seducing my former student then?" She asked me in a way that revealed that there was no longer any doubt in her own mind that what happened between us was meant to be. I smiled back at her. "Perhaps that was what I wanted you to do all along when I really was your student, but you never would have done that to a student and I wouldn't have expected you to. In any case, you're not a monster and I'm not your student anymore." She lay on the sofa next to me and we stared at each other, reveling in the mutual adoration we saw in each other's eyes. But we still had unfinished business that I wanted to pursue. "Now that we're clear on the logistics here, what did you mean when you said you just knew it would be like this with me?" She hesitated for only a moment, but this time she didn't look away. "When I saw you last week at the faculty meeting, it was like a rebirth of sorts. I was so attracted to you that I decided I would do anything to determine whether you might have any similar interest in me. This morning when you masturbated in the bathroom calling Erika's name, I went in after you and had a wonderful orgasm thinking about making love to you. I guess I had convinced myself that if we ever made love it would be fantastic – and I was right." I was really thrown for a loop now and I didn't know how to react to what Debbie had just told me. It was flattering as hell, but I felt really awkward that Erika had been the object of my desire at that time and I didn't want to delve into that discussion right now and maybe not ever. I decided it would be best if I lightened the mood. I sat up and said. "I still owe you my half of the bargain." She looked up at me with a confused expression on her face. "Look, you sit right here with your back against this armrest and I'll sit directly in front of you and I'll tell you what happened to me today at school. You said you wanted to know." A gleam appeared in her eye. She didn't know where this was heading, but she knew she wanted to play the game. With that adorable smile, she nodded her head in agreement. At that instant for reasons unknown to me, my attention was once again drawn to the oil painting above the fireplace. "By the way, I forgot to ask you, who is 'dlj?' Her eyes followed mine and rested on the oil painting above the fireplace once again, as we both stared at it in a room that was quickly growing darker. Jordan's Metamorphosis Continues "The initials 'dlj' stand for Debra Leigh Johnson." She said, without shifting her head from the painting. I listened to that name and repeated it once under my breath. It sounded so familiar to me, but I was having trouble remembering where I heard it before. I knew it would eventually come to me and then it finally did. "Debra Leigh Johnson? You! You, painted that landscape?" I asked, revealing my most surprised expression of the night. She hadn't looked at me since we had been discussing the painting. "Yes, that was something I did in high school, when I was in a very different place in my life." "Debbie, that painting is just incredible – you're so talented. Why in the world would you stop painting when you have such god-given talent?" I asked, unable to conceal my astonishment. Then she turned to look at me with those soft loving eyes once again. "I lost my inspiration right after that painting." Then she placed her hand on my face, tenderly touching my cheek with her fingers. "But maybe after tonight I'll be ready to pick it back up again very soon." I didn't know it then, but the intense emotion and history behind that comment would become clearer to me in another time and place. For now, I was content to just smile back at her and lovingly kiss her hand. "Okay, here's the game." I began, sounding as enthusiastic as I could. "You sit here and you have to keep your arms away from me, as well as your own body. If you cheat at all I stop and we don't continue with the story." She nodded, but she hadn't heard the rest of it yet. "Don't agree so fast, I'm not finished." She smiled and held her hands out and made a waving motion in the air, as if signaling that she was trying to wipe the slate clean. Then she made another motion which I interpreted to mean 'okay, got it – go ahead.' "Okay, here goes. I'm going to tell you what happened to me today and I think you'll find it erotic as hell. While I'm telling you about it though, I'll be gently caressing you anywhere I chose on your body, with any part of my body. It might be your pussy, your breasts, your nipples, inner thighs or maybe even your tight little ass. I'll continue with the story as long as you hold out. But . . . as soon as you cum, the story is over, regardless of where I am in the story, got it?" There was now barely any direct light in the living room, but the light that filtered in from the kitchen still allowed me to see those beautiful brown eyes with little trouble. I could tell she was excited by the challenge, but there was a look of trepidation on her face that suggested she might not be able to hold out. In any case, she finally agreed and braced herself for the onslaught. I didn't need to think about it. I remembered every aspect of what happened earlier with Erika and I took Debbie through it minute by minute, frame by frame. She closed her eyes and I could see her trying to imagine the scenes as they unfolded. While I spoke, I began to play. I really just wanted to lie on top of her again and snuggle against her and kiss her until our lips were sore. But I had a feeling that would not have been very compliant with my own rules. So I fought that urge and slowly started to caress her nipples in between my fingers. It was the first time that I ever had the pleasure to do that with a woman and it made me feel so cheated. To think that I could have been doing this neat stuff for years. As I came to the part of the story where Erika moved her finger slowly from her pussy and began fucking her mouth, Debbie's chest began to heave noticeably and I heard my first series of moans. I also sensed that I was starting to get wet again. I leaned over Debbie's beautiful face tilted back slightly against a cushion and brushed my nipples across her mouth. She inhaled deeply. She immediately knew what it was and tried desperately to seize one of them between her lips, but she was too late. I heard her utter a slight groan when she came up empty. As I slowly walked Debbie through the orgasm I had watching Erika's finger moving faster and faster into her mouth, I brought my face to hers and playfully dragged my tongue across her beautiful lips. Once again she tried desperately to play tag with my tongue, but she wasn't fast enough. Again she uttered a little groan reflecting her own disappointment. Her chest continued heaving and her pulse had noticeably quickened. Her nipples had gotten harder and I realized this was a very dumb game. I wanted her so much and I was dying to fall back into her embrace. But I didn't want to ruin it for her now, especially after she agreed to the rules. By the time I began describing the specific scene where Erika walked up to me and inserted her finger into my mouth, I could sense Debbie was having trouble keeping it together. At that precise moment of the story, I placed my finger up to Debbie's mouth. She felt my fingernail on her upper lip and opened her mouth immediately and began sucking. As I watched her, it was almost as if she was performing fellatio on my index finger and I began to get a better sense for how it must have felt to Erika. As Debbie curled my toes by sucking on my finger, I reached down and began to slowly play with her pussy. At first I stimulated her sexy lips, but then I plunged my finger inside her and began playing with her g-spot. I couldn't be sure, but she seemed far wetter now than she was earlier and I felt wonderful that I was able to get her so aroused. As the story of Erika and I drew to a climax – god, you have to love the use of a good double entendre, Debbie was pushing her pussy as hard as she could against my hand and she was sucking harder than ever on my finger. At that particular moment I was no longer certain who would cum first. I was getting to what I thought was the most erotic part of the story when Erika inserted her own finger into her pussy and then into my mouth. As I was about to walk Debbie through that highly erotic scene, I pulled my left index finger from her mouth and then I removed the two fingers on my right hand from her pussy. Debbie screamed out "NO!," and I almost feared that she might become violent. I quickly inserted my index finger into my pussy, getting it thoroughly covered with my own juices. I began to describe to Debbie how Erika then inserted her own finger into her pussy and then sensually inserted it into my mouth, allowing me to suck on it. As I spoke the words I placed my finger up to Debbie's lips and she immediately smelled my scent and opened her mouth eagerly. As soon as my finger was consumed, she began sucking on it in a furious, uncontrolled manner. As she did so, I sensed she was almost there and I then proceeded to bury my face in her crotch and lick and suck on her clit with sheer and utter lust. As I felt her fluids fill my mouth and coat my face once more, I knew we had cum together for the second time and the feeling was indescribable. It almost seemed like déjà vu. We seemed to nearly be in the same exact position we were in when we came together earlier, but this time we seemed to be fueled by much more passion and intensity. I didn't pass out or fall asleep this time. I watched Debbie's diaphragm rise and fall quickly at first and then more slowly, as her respiration finally reached her normal rate. She didn't say a word, she really didn't have to. Her pussy was swollen and glistening in the dim light that reached us from the kitchen and I felt incredibly proud that I was the one responsible for putting it in that condition. I slid off the sofa and moved to a place on the floor next to her so I could be closer without putting any weight on that poor exhausted body. She still didn't open her eyes, but as she felt me approach her she reached for my hand and held onto it tightly. I leaned in and kissed her and she tried to kiss me back, but she simply didn't have much more to give, the girl was spent. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at me with a dreamy expression and then she tried to speak. "Jordan, that was . . ." She was barely able to continue. I didn't want her to disturb the wonderful high she was now feeling. "Shhh baby; go to sleep." I whispered into her ear softly; and then in another instant she did. I got up quietly and got dressed and in the kitchen I called for a cab. As I was about to head outside and wait for it, I looked around the living room and I thought about everything that had happened here tonight. It was a coming out party of sorts for me, maybe even us. I felt the most wondrous sense of relief in sensing exactly who I now was. I felt sad for the years I had wasted looking for Mr. Right, when all along I should have been looking for Ms. Right. And in the days ahead I might even be lucky enough to realize that she may have been sitting right under my nose all the time. I covered Debbie with a Memorial High School blanket that was lying on the back of the sofa and as I tiptoed to the front door to let myself out I saw Satan laying on the kitchen floor staring at me. He was actually staring at the burned lasagna sitting on the counter, but when I opened the door he turned his attention to me. Oddly enough, even he seemed different to me now. Oh fuck it, I thought. I slowly walked over to him and kneeled down in front of him and began to talk to him in my best baby voice. I had a cat once when I was young and I knew you basically treated pets like you would any small child. I suspected that if it worked for my cat it would probably work for a dog. As I reached out to stroke his head – a head that was considerably larger than mine, the strangest thing started to happen. The dog from hell, the one that I was scared shitless of since I first laid eyes on him, that same dog began to wag his tail. I wasn't over that surprise yet, when he suddenly started to lick my hand. The whole scene made me laugh and then smile warmly at the dog, whose eyes now seemed full of nothing but love. I had entered this house with a lion's share of anxiety along with a lengthy list of unanswered questions. A different person was definitely leaving. 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, after all, 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.