0 comments/ 134673 views/ 12 favorites Teacher's Lesbian Pet By: genderbender Georgia stood at the full length mirror appraising herself. She still had a body that turned men's heads. Of course, she was endowed with an incredible bosom, which at that moment was showed off to perfection by the sexy brassiere she'd purchased that afternoon at Victoria's Secret. It was one of the few places locally where she could get a bra large enough for her breasts that didn't look as though it should be worn by a seventy year old matron who weighed two hundred pounds. 36DD and proud of it she mused as her hands lifted the two heavy mounds, deepening the awesome cleavage between them. Even bearing two children had failed to cause her breasts to sag she thought gratefully. Claude still couldn't keep his hands off her, or his mouth for that matter. She laughed to herself, marveling at how mesmerized men can be by a pair of large breasts. It had surprised her when she learned that some women felt the same way. The response to her ad had been shocking to her. Helen liked her body, but she had no preoccupation with her breasts. If she had an obsession if had been with Helen's pussy. My god! How did that ever happen? Helen was a teacher at the private school where she and Claude sent their two children. When they first met, Helen was probably no older than twenty-two. Over the years Georgia ran into the lovely young woman from time to time and always enjoyed their conversations. Despite the twelve year age difference they found they shared many interests in common, including the arts, fine literature. By the time both of her children moved on to college she and Helen had begun occasionally going to the theatre together, or to art musuems. Claude was happy to be relieved of his responsibilities for attending such functions, which he found a bit stale for his taste. It was only after many years as friends that Georgia began wondering about Helen, about the fact she had no men in her life, at least not in an obvious way. Helen was a very attractive woman, which made the lack of male companionship even more strange. When the subject came up one evening after a concert Georgia was shocked by her friend's answer. "I'm not attracted to men." It sounded so simple, so reasonable. But Georgia couldn't put the words together in any way that made sense to her "I don't understand." They were seated in a restaurant sipping tea and sharing a plate of cookies. As Georgia raised her eyes from the teacup she saw an unfamiliar expression on her friend's face. Helen averted her eyes. "I'm sorry Helen, I don't mean to pry. It's just, you're such a lovely woman." Their eyes met again and Georgia could see the color in her friend's lovely face. "Well, I guess its about time we had this conversation. I've been too frightened to bring it up myself." Georgia was even more confused. "Bring what up? About men?" She absently lifted a cookie to her lips and took a small bite. Her eyes remained fixed on Helen's face. "Georgia, my dear friend." Helen reached over and took Georgia's free hand in her fingers. "I'm attracted to women, not men. I'm attracted to you." Georgia's eyes grew wide as the words sunk in. She was speechless, stunned, her fingers lifeless in Helen's hand. She shook her head as though that would help clear her mind. Then words tumbled out, unmeasured words. "I didn't know! I didn't know!" Helen released her fingers and slowly lifted her teacup to take a sip. "Of course you didn't know, how could you?" Georgia found herself recalling the tone of their friendship, the simple intimacy, the touching, the hugs, kisses on the cheek, walking arm in arm. Of course, she'd felt the warmth of the woman's body next to hers, the fresh smell of damp hair recently washed, the familiar scent of Helen's perfume. She'd loved their closeness, even though she had had no idea that for Helen it was sexual as well as friendly. She lifted her eyes from her teacup and gazed across the table. Helen's eyes were wide beneath long, curving lashes, her lips moist with gloss, cheeks flushed from their conversation. She looked quite beautiful in her youthful way. Georgia reached out and placed her hand on top of Helen's. "I don't know what to say my dear. I love you too, in my own way." She was surprised to feel her heart beating more quickly as she spoke those words. Helen's hand turned on the table top and returned her touch, palms sliding together as fingers slid along the sensitive flesh at the inside of her wrist. Georgia had intended to comfort her friend who'd taken such a risk in revealing her feelings but somehow comfort had become charged with something more. They sat in silence, eyes holding one another, hands lightly touching. She was suddenly feeling flushed, strangely excited in a familiar way, but one which she hadn't experienced for a long time. The thought rose in her mind that the feeling was sexual. She was feeling sexual toward her friend, her woman friend. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips which suddenly seemed dry. Juices were beginning to flow between her thighs and she was feeling light headed. "Oh my dear!" Georgia pulled her hand away and fumbled in her purse for a handkerchief, then didn't know what to do with it. "Please Georgia, please, just relax." Their eyes met again and she could feel her friend's love pouring toward her. She took a deep breath and put the handkerchief back in her purse. "I'm confused. I'm feeling confused." "Why don't we leave right now. I'll drive you home." "I think that's a good idea." Helen held her arm as they walked to the car, a natural gesture in every way, yet one that continuously reminded Georgia of their conversation, of her unsettling emotions. Then they were in the darkened interior of the car, seated side by side, only inches apart. "I'm sorry if I shocked you." Helen's words were quiet, soothing. Georgia turned slightly in her seat, peering over at her friend's profile. "It was a shock." "I won't bring it up again, I promise." "You don't understand." "What do you mean?" "I was shocked by what you told me." There was a long pause as the words spun through her mind. Finally Georgia continued. "But I was even more shocked to feel myself getting excited by what you'd said." Helen's face turned slowly toward her, eyes wide, lips parted slightly as she took in her friend's confession. Suddenly they were in one another's arms, holding one another close, faces next to each other, breathing accelerating. They'd passed through a portal leading to a totally different realm. Before they knew what was happening they were kissing, a clumsy, awkward kiss of the sort shared by teenagers being introduced to this magic world of sexuality. Then their lips parted and they drew back from one another. Georgia was stunned by her reaction. She was so aroused that were they alone in private she would have torn her clothes off and hurled herself at this woman. But they were parked on a well-lit city street. "Oh my god! This is incredible!" "Yes it is, my love. Incredible!" It was many weeks before their newfound relationship had the opportunity to be consummated. Claude was out of town for a short business trip. Georgia mentioned the trip to Helen during one of their telephone conversations. A couple of days later came the suggestion they have dinner together on the night he would be away. Georgia accepted without thinking immediately about the possibilities represented by not having to come home to her husband. But as the date came closer she found herself increasingly excited. By the time she returned from the airport after dropping Claude off, her attention was completely focused on preparing for that evening. She took a long bath, using her favorite oils. Afterwards she selected the most daring lingerie and her most sensual clothes. She felt like a courtesan preparing for her lover, something she hadn't done in decades. The lowcut dress she chose showed off her ample breasts. The skirt was short enough to draw attention to her lovely legs, which were enhanced by the high heels and lace trimmed stockings she wore. They met at the restaurant since Helen was coming straight from a school function. Her friend was already seated when she arrived at the dimly lit, elegant dining spot. She could feel Helen's eyes caressing her body as she walked toward the table and knew her friend was as highly charged about this meeting as she was. They sat next to one another on the leatherette bench seat that surrounded the discreetly isolated table, their warm thighs just barely making contact. They talked in low tones about inconsequential things, their hands only occasionally touching beneath the table. When they left not a word was spoken about what would happen next, yet it was clear their next kiss would be in a much more intimate setting. Helen immediately started her car and drove from the curb. Georgia knew instinctively that they were going to Helen's apartment, which she'd visited only a couple of times through the years of their friendship. As they walked along the sidewalk leading to her door Georgia found herself sliding her hand inside Helen's arm and holding it. She stared down at the bright key sliding into the lock, her heart pounding in her chest. Then the door was closing behind them and they were in one another's arms, breasts pressing together as hands slid around one another's torsos to pull their bodies closer. Lips found hers and Georgia closed her eyes, giving herself to this second kiss. The awkwardness seemed miraculously to have disappeared, their lips softening together, moving in the most delicious way as they turned their heads. Georgia felt Helen's hands moving over her back, one rising until fingers were holding her neck, the other sliding down to caress her bottom through the silk of her dress. The tongue sliding between her lips startled her at first but she quickly responded in kind. After a long, deep kiss, their lips finally parted. The journey from the entryway to Helen's bedroom never registered in Georgia's awareness. The next thing she knew she was standing next to a large bed staring down at the fingers opening the buttons that ran down the front of her dress. A moment later the garment was gone, cast toward a chair she vaguely noticed in the corner. Helen's hands were already roaming over her body, fingers spreading to caress her breasts, then sliding down her waist before dipping between her thighs. She'd never felt so aroused, her body on fire. Her nerve endings were so sensitive that every movement of those long slender, red tipped fingers emitted jolts of electricity that seemed to shoot straight to her loins. She stared in wonder as her lover's tongue slid past the lace trimmed edge of her brassiere cup to search out her engorged nipple, quickly sucking it between parted lips as she kissed it deeply. Then her brassiere was joining the dress. She allowed Helen to guide her to the bed and willingly settled back to watch the younger woman disrobe. She was surprised by how beautiful her friend's lithe body was as it appeared. Helen wasn't voluptuous, yet her breasts were perfect on her slender body, her hips rounded, her thighs long and slender, her legs long and well curved. Then Helen lay next to Georgia, drawing their bodies close together. Her hand reached down, the fingers spread over the silk triangle covering Georgia's loins. Instinctively her thighs fell open and the fingers eased lower, their tips gently nudging the tender flesh lying buried there. Their lips met again and Georgia knew she was about to discover the love of a woman. She lay back, her eyes focused on the face poised between her upraised thighs. The expression on Helen's face spoke eloquently of the young woman's arousal. Her eyes were heavy with excitement, her face was flushed, her lips moist from the mixture of saliva and the juices stirred by the tongue laying on her full lower lip. The tongue extended, playing across her aroused clitoris before diving into her already open pussy. Then the mouth was sucking again on her clitoris, intent on driving her to another gut wrenching orgasm. She closed her eyes, allowing her body to ride the powerful wave rising deep within her loins. Helen's hands spread over her breasts as the tongue and lips worked their magic. She knew she'd died and gone to heaven. Nothing she'd ever experienced with another lover came close to this, nothing! Georgia slipped the dress on, remembering at last that this had been the dress she wore that fateful night with Helen. Dear Helen! Who would have thought she'd get married?! And to her high school sweetheart at that. Georgia had cried for weeks after her lover moved back to the Midwest. But broken hearts mend. Life goes on. Now, if she could only find a sweet young thing to share her bed from time to time. Perhaps, tonight she mused, gazing over at the photograph on her dresser sent by the woman who answered her personals ad. A lovely, bi woman who longs to cradle her face between Georgian's bountiful breasts. Perhaps later she'll want to rest those full lips between her parted thighs. It makes her hot just to think about it!