2 comments/ 80079 views/ 29 favorites The Dance Teacher By: Jake Marlow It had been a crazy day and all Liz really wanted to do was fall into bed and crash, because Sunday morning would come early enough, bringing with it a four hour drive home. But she knew the hyper little girls in her motel room were not going to let her get much rest tonight. Liz shared her room with her two daughters, Missy, who was twelve, and Aubrey, who was eight, and another of the little girls from the dance troop. The younger girls' class had taken first place in their category and were very excited. Missy's class had not done as well and she was pouting, constantly snapping at the other girls to be quiet. When Liz couldn't take it anymore she announced she was going to go get some ice from the machine. So there Liz was, in an alcove on the second floor landing of a Red Roof Inn on a chilly March night, wishing she was anywhere else. It was moments like these she seriously reconsidered her choice to raise a family instead of focusing on her career. When her husband went away for the weekend it was hunting at a cabin with the boys. When she went away, it was for dance competitions. This was not her idea of a weekend away. She couldn't remember the last time she'd gone to the spa with her girlfriends. Pulling out the cigarettes she'd secreted in her jeans pocket, Liz lit one and inhaled deeply while leaning back against the wall, lulled into relaxation by the rhythmic hum of the ice machine. She'd been careful not to let anyone see her cigarettes because she'd promised the family she'd quit and the girls would certainly report her to their father. "'Scuse me," a warm female voice said. It was Carly, the head of the dance school and her younger daughter's teacher, who carried an empty plastic ice bucket. "Sorry," Liz said, moving back against the wall so Carly could squeeze past her. The teacher's firm, round butt rubbed against her as she passed. "No, I'm sorry. It looks like I interrupted your five minutes of peace. Are you hiding out here?" Carly smiled warmly. "Is it that obvious?" "I know what it's like to share a small motel room with a bunch of little girls. Does it make me a bad mother that I'm happy my little one was too sick to come this weekend?" It was Liz's turn to laugh. "Only if I'm a bad mother because I'm jealous. I would be in heaven if I had a room to myself for the night. I don't care if it's a motel or not, I would still sink into that tub with some bath salts and wine and just veg." "I'm with you, Liz, except that I had my Kindle with me and Josh Groban playing." "Still sounds like heaven to me." "Well, I can at least offer you the wine. Why don't you come down to my room?" "I don't know," Liz said. Every fiber of her being was shouting, Go, go now! "I have the girls to look after." "Missy's old enough to look after her sister and Dakota for a while. You'll only be a few doors down," Carly urged. "That's true, but I wouldn't want to horn in on your relaxing evening." "Please, it's been ages since I've had some grown up girl talk." "Okay. Just let me tell the girls I'll be in your room for a while." Liz went down and told the girls she would be down talking to Miss Carly for a while and made them promise to go to bed as soon as their movie was over. They promised and even though Liz knew they lying she let it slide. They could stay up as late as they wanted as long as she got some adult time. And maybe they would be so tired the next day they would have an uneventful drive home. "Come on in," Carly said, greeting Liz at the door. It was the same generic motel room Liz shared with the girls, coarse beige wallpaper, busy, patterned carpet. Between two full sized beds was a bureau bolted to the wall and there was a long dresser across from the beds with a television on it. In front of the window, which was covered by two heavy, ugly curtains, was a small, round table. An ice bucket, filled with cubes and a large bottle of wine, topped the table. The far bed, against the wall, was hidden beneath scattered clothes and an open suitcase. Music came from iPod speakers set up on the counter outside the tiny bathroom at the far end of the room. "Have a seat," Carly offered. Liz sat on the end of the clear bed, the only place to sit. The cover had been peeled off and the sheets and blanket were pulled back. She pulled off her faux-fur topped snow boots and wiggled her toes in their multicolored socks. "Only the finest for you," Carly said, handing her a small plastic cup filled with red wine. It would take a lot more of those to get drunk, Liz thought. She nearly drained it with one swallow. She felt like she was back in college drinking wine out of plastic cups. "I feel like I'm at a five star resort. The only thing miss is a hunky masseuse," Liz laughed. "Maybe we could arrange something," Carly replied meaningfully. "It isn't fair that men have call girls, but we don't really have that option. A guy could probably call some girl to this room tonight, but there aren't call guy services." "Would you use one if there were?" Liz thought about it and giggled, "I dunno, maybe. How naughty am I feeling?" "Have you ever been worked on by a hot guy?" Carly asked, refilling Liz's cup. "Not for a massage!" Liz laughed and drank more wine. "Seriously though, my spa only seems to have women so it's never come up." "That doesn't exclude hijinks," Carly said slyly. "Maybe these days," Liz replied with a wink. "That wasn't so much in vogue when I was back in college." She was about ten years older than Carly, who was in her late twenties and could have been her sister. Both were slender blondes with light eyes, Carly's blue and Liz's a pretty hazel. Liz's hair was cut in a smart, shoulder length bob, while Carly's hung halfway down her back, but Liz was curvier from her two kids and about three inches taller at nearly five-foot-ten. "I had my fun in college." There was a twinkle in Carly's eye. "So you've never had a massage at some resort? I always ask for some hunky masseuse when we go away." Liz was very interested now. "And did it get ... inappropriate?" Carly laughed at the awe in her friend's voice. "Not really ... well, sort of. A couple times some hands have wandered very close, which I'll admit was really hot, but no one's really crossed the line." "Did you tell your husband? Isn't he jealous?" "He knows I get the massage, but he doesn't know every little detail. Like I said, no line was really crossed and he always gets the benefits when I come back, so I don't think he has a problem with it. He's not jealous by nature." "I'm not sure mine would feel the same way. He's not even comfortable when I show too much cleavage. Not that that stops me!" They both laughed at that. Liz had a great time sitting there with Carly. It had been so long since she'd had any kind of girls' night. She and her friends were all at that point in their lives with kids and families that made scheduling anything a Herculean task. She didn't actually know the teacher all that well, having only spoken about the girls and random things and found Carly was a fun, funny, interesting young woman. She had that off-beat, Bohemian artist mentality. Before she knew it they were through that first bottle of wine and Carly pulled a second from her suitcase. They talked about the challenges of motherhood and being married and dealing with everyone's expectations. As Liz was a little bit older and had been married for over ten years, Carly was very interested in what the future of her own marriage might hold, especially how things were with her husband. Liz said things were still very good with her husband, but it obviously wasn't like when they were first married and on their own. They bickered a little more and did not go out very much. Liz did feel they were stuck in a bit of routine and wished her husband would try a little bit more, but she could not imagine her life without him. "And what about in the bedroom? Is that too personal?" Carly asked. "No, we're just two girls talking here," Liz said, blaming her blush on the wine. Without realizing it she'd become quite buzzed. "Things are good." "That's a ringing endorsement!" "Seriously, things are good. Our love making is still great, but just like everything else it's different, you know? And finding the time with two kids is tough. We're lucky to get it in more than once a week." "Sounds like you'd like it more." "Well, sure. Who wouldn't?" For the past year or so Liz had been becoming more and more aware of a need to spice up things with her husband, or at least make love more often than the once a weekend session they usually squeezed in after the girls were in bed, or early Sunday morning before they got up. Maybe there was something to all that sexual peak stuff. Liz had even taken to masturbating on a semi-regular basis, at least a couple times a week and usually in the shower in the morning. It wasn't something she planned. She would just be in the mood and start touching herself without really thinking about it. She found those quick, unplanned orgasms very fulfilling. "We still do it at least three or four times a week," Carly said. "Just the other night I was clearing the sink and Paul comes up behind me and starts kissing my neck. Next thing I know he's pulling me into the dining room and we're doing it right there on the dining room table. Can you believe it?" Not only could Liz believe it, she could almost picture it. She'd seen Carly's husband here and there around the dance studio and he was a handsome, well-built man. He owned his own landscaping business or something like that, so he kept in good shape and was always tanned in the summertime. Liz had not been with another man in over fifteen years and wondered what it would be like to be pinned to the dining room table by a younger stud like Paul. Maybe she would have to drag her own husband into the dining room when she got home. Shaking off her lurid thoughts, Liz asked, "Weren't you worried about getting caught?" "Ashleigh is always out like a light when we put her to bed. We're lucky that way." Between the wine and the sex talk Liz was feeling hot under the collar and decided she needed to change the subject. "Do you like the Kindle? I've thought about getting one." "It's great because I can carry a lot of things at once, so I can read whatever I'm in the mood for." "What were you reading tonight?" Carly giggled and looked guilty. "Do you really want to know?" "Sure," Liz replied, wondering, did she? Leaning across to the other bed, Carly grabbed her Kindle and turned it on. She scrolled down a few pages and then handed the device to Liz. The digital ink screen was surprisingly easy to read and as she read her eyes widened. It was a full blown, very graphic sex scene about two men and a woman. Liz quickly surmised it was a married couple and another man, a stranger. The woman was lying blindfolded between the two men with her hands bound over her head while they both touched and kissed her everywhere. Liz always found the sex scenes in her cheesy Harlequin romance novels hot, but this was another creature entirely. She could feel her face burning red as she compulsively kept reading. When she finally looked up, Liz found Carly staring at her, which made her blush even harder. Liz's face wasn't the only heated part of her body anymore. She was warm all over. She'd never read anything like that. "So what do you think? Think I'm some sort of deviant?" Carly asked expectantly. "Uh, no." Liz was speechless, but not because she thought the teacher was a deviant. "Did you download that from Amazon?" "Yeah, that have all kinds of stuff, but there's erotica all over the internet. Some of my favorite sites are Literotica.com and Erotic Stories.com. There usually something interesting to read there and they have stories for all kinds of tastes. It keeps me company on nights when I have to be away from Paul, but sometimes we read the stories together and share fantasies." "Wow, that's amazing. I'm definitely going to have to check those out when I get home." Liz wondered what would happen if she and her husband did some reading together. She was eager to find out. "You can keep reading if you want." Liz wanted to keep reading, but she would need some alone time if she did. With a laugh she wondered if it would be too obvious if she took the Kindle into the bathroom. Finally, she answered, "It's cool." She held the Kindle out to Carly. "No, go on. You obviously need to unwind. I don't mind at all." She pressed the Kindle back into Liz's hands. And so Liz kept reading. She found she was only about halfway through the scene and it only got crazier. The woman was untied, but remained blindfolded and placed on all fours, with the two men on either end of her. Liz couldn't even imagine what that would be like. Would she even be able to think about giving head while someone else was inside her? Her feelings during sex were all consuming. Liz actually ignored it when Carly got up from the bed, thinking she was getting up to grab something else. Moments later, the teacher was kneeling on the bed behind her and massaging Liz's shoulders. Liz jumped at the contact, but settled down because it just felt good. She murmured that Carly didn't have to do that, but was ignored. Carly was very good and Liz gave herself over to it. Strong, slender fingers kneaded the back of her neck and Liz hung her head forward, hair falling forward to veil her face as she closed her eyes and forgot about the Kindle in her lap. Carly kept one hand working on her neck while the other caressed her back. Carly's nails scratched through her top, giving Liz the chills. Liz was so entranced that she didn't realize Carly was kissing the side of her neck at first. It just blended in with all the other warm and fuzzy feelings and Liz was already so turned on from their conversation and what she'd been reading that Carly's warm, soft lips just felt natural. When she did realize what Carly was doing her eyes shot open and she froze. What was she supposed to do? Maybe it bothered her because she liked it so much. Liz just sat there and let Carly keep kissing her neck and massaging her. Liz was quickly melting into a warm puddle. Carly reached around the set the Kindle aside and then pressed herself against Liz's back. Liz felt Carly's breasts press into her through the latter's bulky pink sweater, which she wore with a pair of black leggings. Carly was kissing her neck in earnest now and reaching around to cup Liz's breasts through the tight red henley she wore unbuttoned over a white, lace-trimmed stretch cami and bra. Carly's touch was wonderful, firm and exploring, yet not overly aggressive and grabby, the way she remembered a man usually was the first time he laid hands on her. Liz's nipples, always sensitive, responded and she knew Carly must feel them, even through all her layers. She was burning hot now and knew if she was going to stop Carly it had to be now. "Carly, I don't know ..." Liz said, surprised by her own breathlessness. She turned to face the teacher and found her blue eyes hooded with arousal. Carly looked as turned on as she felt. "Don't think," Carly replied and kissed her. Liz didn't know what it would be like to kiss another woman. She may have thought about it in a drunken moment once or twice, but she never really considered it. She didn't know what she was missing. Carly's kiss was tender, but not friendly. It was hot and sexy and it sent an incredible bolt through Liz, right down to her tingling pussy. Still, was this right? Should they be doing this? She was married, but then so was Carly and it wasn't stopping her. Did this even count as cheating? "Carly, I've never ..." Liz said, which was hardly asking Carly to stop. She didn't know if she wanted Carly to stop, but she knew which way she was leaning. "Just go with it. Go with your feelings," Carly said gently and kissed her again. This kiss was more urgent and Liz parted her lips, letting Carly's tongue slip in and tease her own. Liz had always loved kissing and Carly was one of the best kissers she'd ever encountered. She held Carly's face in both hands and then ran her fingers through the teacher's long, beautiful hair. Carly caressed her face, but quickly moved down to touch Liz's breasts once again. Suddenly Liz's top felt so heavy and restrictive and when Carly lightly tugged at the bottom Liz grabbed it and pulled it off. Their kiss had to break momentarily and Liz was desperate to get back to it. When Liz grabbed Carly and kissed her, the teacher eased her back and Liz fell into the pillows, pulling Carly with her as their tongues kept teasing each other. Carly was on top of her, holding herself up on her arms, like any male lover would, but Carly's thick waves of golden hair flowed forward, hiding them both from the light. Carly eased herself down onto Liz, parting her legs and moving her lips back to her neck as her hand once again captured Liz's breast, this time with less in the way. Carly raked her nails over the firm mound, glancing across the stiff nipple almost as if by accident. The quick, sharp touch was exciting and Liz quivered when she did it. Liz was unable to suppress a quiet moan when Carly starting sucking and nibbling on that sweet spot toward the back of her neck. She held Carly tighter, knotting her fingers her long, blonde hair. Liz had always been powerless to resist when someone kissed her there. She just hoped Carly was smart enough to not leave any marks. Liz became breathless and pulled Carly's lips back to her own, afraid she would lose all control if Carly kept kissing her there. Carly seemed to sense her vulnerability and pressed it, but then she happily accepted Liz's passionate kiss. Carly's thigh was pressed between Liz's legs and Liz realized she was rubbing herself against it. The gentle pressure felt good against her throbbing mound. When Liz broke their kiss so she could suck and nibble on Carly's neck, Carly was pushing her hand under the tight cami. Liz kissed her way up, sweeping blonde hair out of the way. Carly's hair seemed to be everywhere and Liz realized this must be what it's like for a guy trying to make out with a girl. "Mmm, Liz," Carly whimpered. It was Carly's turn to moan when Liz started nibbling on her ear, careful to avoid the diamond stud piercing it. Having her ear sucked and nibbled really seemed to get Carly going and it was exciting to know that she was turning the teacher on. Liz had never been a passive lover. Carly was shivering and moaning while Liz attacked her ear and it only stopped when Carly returned for a kiss. Carly pulled the cami up and over Liz's head, leaving her only in a pretty pink lace-trimmed bra and jeans. Liz felt momentarily exposed, but Carly distracted her. She kissed her way down Liz's neck and over her shoulders, pulling the bra straps down as she moved. A sweetheart diamond necklace hung down between Liz's breasts and Carly kissed her way along the thin, golden chain and then sucked on the spot where the pendant fell. Liz ran her fingers through Carly's hair and tilted her head back, with her eyes closed tightly. All she thought about was how excited she was. Cupping both Liz's breasts in her hands, Carly kissed them all over, through the bra, pushing the nipples with her lips, but mostly avoiding them. It was an awful tease and it drove Liz crazy. Somehow, her nipples had become even more sensitive after nursing and any kind of teasing just made her mental. Frequently her husband was a bit too rough and she had to tell him to calm down, but Carly's touch was just right. By the time Carly peeled back the cups of her bra, Liz thought she was going to scream. Those nipples were a rose wine color and thick, standing up proudly in the cool motel room. Carly brushed those naked nipples with her lips and Liz's head spun. Carly's tongue peeked out and flicked lightly and Liz moaned throatily as her pussy tightened. It was the sweetest tease and had Liz shaking. She didn't know if she'd ever been so horny. Liz gasped when Carly actually sucked a nipple greedily into her mouth and lashed at it with her tongue. She clutched Carly tightly to her chest, breathing hard and moaning uncontrollably. The Dance Teacher Carly went from one breast to the other, sucking and nibbling those nipples, driving Liz out of her mind. Carly's hand was pressed between Liz's legs, the heel of her palm pressing into tight jeans just above her mound. That only made Liz throb more and impossibly she was on the verge of climax. She couldn't remember just fooling around with a guy like this getting her off. She humped back against Carly's hand and whimpered and tried stuffing her breast into the teacher's hungry mouth and then there it was, a quick, intense orgasm that had Liz's toes curling and her nails digging into Carly. It was a quick, intense burst, but it only seemed to leave her wanting more. When Carly reached to unsnap her jeans, Liz helped her pull them down. After Liz kicked off her jeans, she also unhooked her bra and cast it aside. Her simple, cotton panties were her only remaining shield and they clung to her mound from her own wetness. She was ready for Carly to pull them off too, but instead Carly pulled off her own sweater, shaking her hair free. She had a fantastically fit body, with a little jewel piercing her flat belly. The cups of Carly's black bra were completely see-through and Liz realized she'd hardly touched Carly at all. She was nervous and unsure what to do, but she did not want to just lie there and she was excited to explore Carly's body too. Carly was straddling Liz, and when the prone woman reached up for Carly's smaller breasts, she covered Liz's hands with her own, mashing her own breasts. Carly's nipples were small and darker, little granite-hard points that poked through the flimsy bra. Liz pinched them lightly and Carly actually purred. She put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes and seemed to sway over Liz. The bra was a front clasp, which Liz easily unhooked, although not as easily as she would have thought. Unhooking a bra from the other perspective was harder and she felt guilty for her impatience with all those guys in high school and college. Liz caressed and teased Carly's breasts while the younger woman shrugged her bra off. Carly gasped and ran her hands up and down Liz's arms when Liz rolled her little nipples between her fingers. Carly leaned forward, mashing her breasts into Liz's hands and then held onto the headboard as she leaned over and pushed her breasts into Liz's face. Liz raked her nails down Carly's back as she licked and kissed her breasts. Liz did what she knew she liked and hoped Carly would enjoy it. Carly pushed a breast into Liz's mouth and Liz sucked hungry. She especially liked the way Carly moaned when she nibbled on her tender flesh. Carly ground down against Liz as her breasts were kissed and teased. Carly slid down, lying on top of Liz again while they kissed and touched each other. Carly pushed a hand down between them and squeezed Liz's mound through her soaked panties. Liz tensed and moaned into their kiss, the sweet pressure overwhelming her for a moment. Carly massaged her pussy, pushing the panties in between her lips. Now she really regretted not taking her panties off with her jeans. Carly had an expert touch. Just rubbing her like that, she had Liz going crazy. "I want your panties off," Carly breathed into her ear. She already pushed the cotton so that it was barely in her way anymore anyway. "Please," Liz whimpered. She took the lead this time, pulling at Carly's leggings. She did not want to be the only one naked. Rolling onto her back, Carly pulled her leggings off, while Liz raised her hips and shed her own panties. Carly's little black thong followed her leggings. Liz maintained a little landing strip, proving she was a true blonde. The younger woman had a little flower tattooed just above her clean-shaven lips. The tattoo was only visible when she was naked. Even though it was early Spring, Carly was tanned everywhere, with no lines. Although she was in great shape herself, Liz was a little jealous of Carly's tight body. There was no trace at all she'd ever given birth. Liz was suddenly self-conscious about being nude with the other woman, so she threw herself into it and rolled onto Carly. Liz kissed her way down to Carly's breasts and feasted on them again while sliding her hand down between the woman's open legs. It was so strange to be touching another woman's pussy, especially when it was so different from her own. While her husband had asked her to shave clean before, Liz just didn't like the way it looked, but the smooth skin over Carly's pussy felt sexy. She could feel damp heat when she covered Carly's mound and she gently rubbed up and down, letting a finger slip between those moist lips. Carly moaned and squirmed, moving her hips in encouragement. Carly was not idle. She had a hand between Liz's thighs and was more aggressive with no panties in the way. It seemed the more she turned Carly on, the more the teacher pushed it. She slipped fingers between Liz's lips and stroked her clit through the hood. Liz cried out and pushed at Carly's hand. The more Carly touched her pussy, the harder it was for Liz to concentrate on pleasing the other woman. She spread her legs wider and Carly rubbed harder, making Liz's clit throb. Carly knew just where and how to touch her for maximum effect. Liz closed her eyes and laid her head on Carly's chest, breathing heavily. She fell onto her back when Carly rolled her over. Liz enthusiastically returned Carly's kiss as the teacher slipped two slender fingers inside her. Those fingers fit so easily that Carly added a third and that was a perfect fit. Carly slowly fingered her, using her thumb knuckle to rub Liz's clit. Liz rubbed Carly's pussy as well and both women were moaning and gasping in the little motel room. Kissing her way down Liz's body again, Carly paused to massage and suck on her breasts, but this time she did not stop there. She kept kissing her way down across Liz's soft, flat belly. Liz put her hand on Carly's shoulder, pausing her. "Carly, I don't know," Liz said. Could she let another woman go down on her? She had no doubt it would feel good, but it was so intimate. And she was pretty sure she wasn't ready to return the favor. "You've trusted me this far. Just let it go, honey," Carly said, kissing her tummy and smiling. Liz was on pins and needles as she laid her head back and tried to relax, wondering what she'd gotten herself into. She closed her eyes, focusing on Carly's soft lips kissing lower and lower, just above her mound and then kissing her damp thighs. She hadn't been this wet in so long and was almost embarrassed by it. Liz didn't want to seem too eager. Carly breathed across her swollen, slick lips and Liz tensed and gasped. It was such a tease and Liz so sensitive down there, so ready. Carly traced her lips with her tongue and Liz started again, moaning and trying to resist pushing herself at Carly, but her self control was rapidly eroding under her increasing flow of juices. As Carly softly kissed her down there, she slowly peeled Liz's dewy lips apart and delved her tongue deeper. It was tender and slow, like she was taking her time to make sure Liz felt good, which was a foreign concept to many men, in Liz's experience. Carly lapped deeper and deeper, the tip of her tongue grazing Liz's clit over and over, making the moaning woman yearn for a longer touch. It was the sweetest kind of torture and built Liz higher and higher, flooding her body with wonderful sensations. God, but Carly was good. It felt so amazing she thought, That's what Carly should be teaching, not dance! As Liz came closer and closer, Carly sensed it and concentrated on her clit. Her tongue swirled all around it while she lightly sucked. Liz's breath became ragged and her quiet moans more frenzied and Carly sucked harder, while lashing her clit harder. For just a moment, everything became still and then a cry came from deep in Liz's chest and she arched her back off the bed, curled her toes and every muscle in her body seemed to tense. The pleasure that throbbed out from her pussy was all consuming. She was in a world of bright, wonderful color and wanted to stay forever. That may have been possible, because Carly kept licking and sucking right through Liz's orgasm. Finally, Liz had to push Carly away. After a climax like that she became so sensitive that she couldn't bear to be touched. And anyway, she couldn't complain about having two orgasms, one big and one small. Carly seemed to understand, the way only another woman would, and smiled up from between Liz's legs, liking her lips and showing off a glazed mouth and chin. Liz couldn't believe that was all from her! "Oh my God!" Liz exclaimed, trying to catch her breath. "That was amazing!" "Why thank you. You're going to make me blush," Carly giggled. She slid up on the bed and kissed Liz. Liz felt weird kissing Carly now. It wasn't something she'd ever been that into and since her husband didn't go down on her all the time it wasn't an issue. But Liz let go of her inhibitions and she kissed Carly hungrily, wanting to show just how much she appreciated how the younger women made her feel. They caressed each other while they kissed and when she touched Carly's pussy she felt just as wet as Liz felt. Liz slipped two fingers inside Carly and felt them squeezed tightly. Carly moaned and slowly worked her hips, fucking herself on Liz's fingers. Liz felt guilty because Carly was so obviously turned on and needed release, but she just didn't think she could go down. "Carly, I'm not sure I can ... " "That's okay, honey. You don't mind if I ..." Carly moaned. "Of course not." Carly reached under the sheets and pulled out a sex toy. Liz was shocked. She wondered if Carly was using it when she came to the door and stowed it under the sheets. It looked like a conventional vibrator, cock-shaped with translucent purple silicone, but it had an angled protrusion that stuck out about three-quarters of the way up and it looked like it had little beads on the inside in the middle. Carly saw her staring at the device. "Do you use toys?" Carly asked. "No, but I'm curious." It was the truth. Liz had a vibrator she'd received as a gag gift years ago gathering dust at the back of a drawer, but she'd never used it. She turned it on once and it was so loud she shook so powerfully that she'd turned it right off and never took it out again. Her fingers had always been fine for her. "This is the Beaver Vibe. Jenna Jamison designed it. It's like one of those Rabbit vibrators, but way better," Carly giggled, fingering the Hershey's Kiss shaped flared tip at the end of the extra arm. "This gives it its special powers." The base had four controls, an off button and two to control vibration and two to control rotation. Carly switched on the vibration and slowly pushed the thick vibrator into her pussy. It hummed quietly, much more so than the vibrator Liz had at home. Carly opened up and stretched around the toy and she turned up the power as she pushed it deeper. She angled it upward and the beaded part of the shaft disappeared inside her. The little arm on the top pointed right at her clit and when she rocked the toy, the tip rubbed her clit. Carly cried out and turned the vibrator up even higher while thumbing on the rotate control. The toy was making a racket now, but it was muffled by her pussy. Carly closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as she worked the toy. Carly rocked the toy back and forth, slowly moving it in and out while working the ears against her clit like she was a pro. She knew exactly what she liked and how to get it. While she played with the toy, she massaged her own breasts and pinched and rolled her nipples. Liz watched in amazement. Not only was she curious about what the sex toy was doing to Carly, but it was also so strange to be watching someone else masturbating, especially another women. A few times she and husband had laid side by side in bed and touched each other and watched each other, but that was different. They were married and it was natural to share that intimate moment. Carly seemed to have no hang ups, no inhibitions. Liz thought she might even like it that Liz was watching. She realized Carly was looking at her and smiling as she worked the buzzing toy. Carly took Liz's hand and put it over her own at the end of the toy. She showed Liz what she liked and how to use the toy on her and then she took her hands away, leaving Liz to work the toy in and out of her pussy. Liz did not even miss a beat and kept rocking the vibrating shaft. Liz stared at her own hand like it belonged to someone else. It was just incomprehensible that she was using a vibrator on another woman. But wasn't it crazy that she was with another woman at all? When she and Carly were kissing and then the teacher made her climax it seemed like the most natural thing. Something that felt that good couldn't be wrong. And now she was making Carly feel good. She didn't think she could go down on Carly, so she should do this if it was going to get the sexy blonde teacher off. Rocking the sex toy, Liz marveled at the way Carly whimpered every time the little arm touched her clit. Carly worked her hips, pushing back at the toy, trying to keep the arm in contact with her throbbing love button. Liz moved closer, kneeling beside her and also caressing her breasts. She felt in control now and it made her hot to be making Carly feel so good. As Carly's moans got louder, Liz rocked the toy faster. "Mmm, feels so good ... faster Liz ..." Carly gasped. Doing as she was told, Liz moved the toy even faster, pushing it harder into Carly's pussy. She could hear Carly squishing wetly around the toy as it moved in and out. Carly reached over and started rubbing Liz and she parted her legs to give the teacher better access without a second thought. Carly put her hand over Liz's, holding the toy in place, with the arm pressed against her clit, and worked her pussy against it. Her hips moved in quick, hard thrusts and Carly's moans reached a fever pitch. "Ohhh ... mmmm ... .yes ... yes ... yes!" Carly cried. Carly's whole body shook and she clawed at the sheets with her free hand. Her wailing seemed so loud in the little motel room. The toy's buzzing seemed rhythmic as she humped it. When Carly's orgasm subsided, she switched the buzzing down, but it not turn it off and she left it inside her. Liz's mind was blown. She had never liked watching any kind of pornography, but watching Carly climax was the hottest thing she'd ever seen. She was so horny, like she hadn't cum at all. Carly was still rubbing her and pushed her drenched fingers inside Liz, making her gasp. "What do you think?" Carly asked dreamily. "That was awesome," Liz stammered. She was having trouble thinking about anything other than Carly's fingers. "Do you want to give it a try?" "I don't know." Liz was too embarrassed to admit the truth. Carly took the toy out of her own pussy and laid it on the bed while she pulled Liz down beside her. While they kissed, Carly took the toy and slowly slipped it inside Liz without switching it on. It was thick and filled her perfectly and slipped in so easily. She was so horny. It was exactly what Liz needed. She kissed Carly even harder while the teacher pushed the toy in and out of her. Suddenly, Carly switched the toy on. Liz cried out, burying her face in the pillow to muffle it. The toy seemed to vibrate to her core and she was so sensitive down there that she almost came immediately. Carly rocked it and when the tip touched her clit Liz thought she was going to pass out. The vibrating shaft filling her and the vibrating tip rubbing her clit was the most spectacular thing Liz had ever felt. She was so close already that the toy brought her to climax in less than two minutes. She was normally quiet, but she howled wordlessly into that pillow. Carly kept working the toy, slowly, steadily fucking Liz with it and Liz seemed to just keep cumming and cumming. Liz was breathless and her head swam. She was thrusting her hips against the toy just as hard as Carly had. Liz thought it was the most wonderful machine ever invented. Liz didn't know how much she came, but eventually she pushed the toy away. She just couldn't take anymore. She lay on her back, chest heaving as she tried to recover. Carly climbed out of bed and then came back with a warm washcloth, which she used to rub Liz down. It was such a sweet intimate act. When Carly finished she leaned over and they shared one more sensual kiss. When Liz thought her legs would support her and found her clothes and put them on. She couldn't believe how late it was. Didn't the girls wonder where she was? Hopefully, they would be asleep. Carly put on a short kimono robe and walked Liz to the door. They did not talk about what just happened. Liz wouldn't have known what to say anyway. They weren't any kind of couple. They were both married and Liz was pretty sure this would never happen again. But she was still enveloped in a post-orgasmic glow and couldn't help smiling as she brushed out her hair in the mirror. She didn't feel guilty and couldn't feel bad about such a magnificent experience. "I'm glad you came over. I had a great time tonight," Carly said, leaning against the doorframe as Liz stepped out onto the landing. "Me too. That was great. Thanks for the wine and the ..." Liz leaned in and kissed Carly's cheek. Suddenly she felt awkward and guilty, like she was afraid someone would see her leaving Carly's room and know what they'd been up to. It reminded her of emerging from someone's dorm room and hoping no one was in the hallway. "You're welcome," Carly smiled. Liz quietly let herself back into her room and found the kids were indeed asleep. Safely in private, she luxuriated in how she felt and thought she was still tingling down below. She slipped into bed well satisfied and fell asleep with a smile on her lips. The next morning Liz was relieved when Carly acted as if nothing happened. Liz wondered if things would be awkward between them. The girls loved Miss Carly and it would be terrible to have to find another dance school. But as they were packing up the cars, Carly did favor her with a sly smile. "Great time this weekend. I can't wait for the next competition," Carly said. The girls cheered and Liz tried not to blush. "Me neither," she replied, surprising herself. Did she look forward to another weekend away with the sexy dance teacher? Liz had no idea, but she did know that she would jump on the computer as soon as she got home and order her own Beaver Vibe. She couldn't wait to teach her husband how to use it on her!