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Art Teacher Romance Ch. 02

By: JulieArt



The morning sun streamed in through an opening in the curtain, splashing the bed with crisp white light. As the sun rose above the horizon, the line of light moved across the bed, falling eventually onto the sleeping women spooned together under the soft, warm sheets. The change in light caused Terry to stir awake; a momentary disorientation, followed by the memory of yesterday. She smiled. Terry thought about how she ended up here, in this bed, holding tightly to Anne's sleeping body; both women completely naked.

Yesterday. After Terry had made love to Anne for the first time, the two women had stayed cuddled together for a while on the family room couch. Anne's husband, Rob, was out of town, so they were in no rush to straighten up. As evening settled, the two women snacked on cheese and crackers, fresh fruit, and the rest of their bottle of wine. Feeling comforted by each other's company, they spent another hour sitting on the couch watching a show on television. By 9:30, both women were exhausted. Terry stirred, making motions to head home.

"Wait. Don't leave. I want you to stay with me tonight," Anne said.

"Are you sure? I won't be offended if you need a little space tonight," Terry assured her. This had been the first time the two women had made love. It was also the first time that Anne had been with another lover since she was married. Terry suspected it was also Anne's first time being with another woman, but they hadn't talked about that. It was a lot to think about, if Anne wanted to think about it.

"I'm sure I don't want to be alone tonight. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Please stay with me."

"That would be nice," Terry answered, tenderly caressing Anne's cheek as she said it. Anne smiled back.

"We can sleep in my bedroom or in the guest bedroom, whichever you're more comfortable with," Anne offered.

"I think if you don't mind, we should sleep in the guest bedroom. It wouldn't feel right sleeping in the bed that you and Rob sleep in."

"No, that's fine. I have an extra bathrobe you can use and I can get you a new toothbrush and whatever else you need to be comfortable."

"Nice. How about a glass of milk? Then we can head upstairs and get to bed." Which is exactly what they did. The two woman falling into a deep and comfortable sleep almost immediately after climbing into the queen sized bed in the guest bedroom.

Now that Terry was awake, she hopped out of the bed and scurried into the adjoining bathroom to pee. She returned to the bed, where Anne was just starting to stir. Terry climbed back in on her side of the bed, and moved over to resume her snuggled position, right arm reaching over Anne's side, lightly resting on Anne's belly.

"Hmmm," purred out Anne, as she wriggled back to be closer to Terry. In a few moments, Anne slid out of bed to use the bathroom. By the time she returned to the bed, Terry had changed to a sitting position. She was leaning back against the pillow resting against the headboard; the sheets were pulled up to her navel. Anne admired Terry's breasts, gently sloping down to the slightly extended nipples, the undersides bulging slightly under their own weight.

"I slept really well. I don't think I moved all night," Terry said in a voice that sounded like a cat purring with satisfaction at being scratched in just the right place.

Anne hopped onto the bed and leaned in to give Terry a kiss on the lips. Terry pecked back at her three or four times, enjoying the pleasure of being so close to this beautiful woman. Anne perched on her hands and knees while Terry pursued the kissing. Then Terry's right hand reached out for Anne's left breast, holding it in her cupped hand, feeling the softness of the flesh against her palm. Anne leaned in closer; confirming for Terry that yesterday had not been a mistake. After a few more moments of kissing and caressing, Anne changed positions, joining Terry under the covers; sitting side by side against the head board.

"Yesterday was wonderful. Thank you," Anne said. Terry chuckled.

"You shouldn't thank me. I enjoyed it, too."

"No, really, there's lots of things to thank you for. The way you made me feel, not just the sex part and that was great, but the whole thing. Snuggling together afterwards. Sitting quietly holding each other. Just having a quiet evening in each other's arms."

"Okay. But like I said, I enjoyed it too," Terry insisted. "Let me ask you a question. You don't have to answer...had you ever made love with a woman before yesterday?"

"Was it that obvious?" Anne asked with a note of disappointment in her voice.

"What?" Terry was confused, 'oh, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I was just wondering. I sort of figured that you were married young and probably hadn't gotten much chance to try other things out before that."

This caused Anne to giggle a little bit, mostly from relief that she hadn't been a disappointment to Terry.

"I had other lovers before I met Rob, but they were all men. I guess I never really thought about being with a woman. It was funny, though, I got really turned on by those sketches you showed me. If you had left here yesterday without everything else we did, I probably would have gone to bed fantasizing about 'that woman' in the drawing. I'm glad I know it's you. When you kissed me, I wasn't sure what I wanted to happen. It was confusing. I didn't want to think about cheating on Rob. I didn't want to think about being with a woman. I just wanted to be with you."

"That's really sweet. I don't think anyone has ever said anything like that to me before." Terry was thinking how easy it would be for her to fall in love with this woman. "Were you scared when I kept going?"

"No," Anne answered. "You were being gentle. And just when I started to really wonder about Rob, you pressed ahead. How did you know that was what I needed?

Terry only smiled in reply.

"I don't think I have ever had so many different parts of my body tended to the way you did," Anne said. "I loved the way you touched my...womanhood," Anne whispered this last word.

"Your 'womanhood'?" Terry giggled. "We're not living in a romance novel, dear. Come on. Do you really think of it as your 'womanhood'?" Terry was having fun now, teasing Anne just this little bit. "Okay. Wait. Think about your crotch...Now, what's the word that going through your head? 

"I don't know," Anne hesitated, "I don't usually use words for that."

"I say pussy," Terry declared with no trace of sarcasm, humor or modesty in her voice. "That's what I have; a pussy. That's what you have; a pussy. It sort of helps to put a word to that whole place I love so much. Now you say it."

Anne was quite for a moment. She couldn't bring herself to say this word.

"Okay, repeat after me," Terry said, this time with a note of fun and laughter in her voice. "Pussy...Puuus-eeeee... Pussy. There. Now you try it."

"No," Anne laughed, "I'm forty four years old. I have two kids in college for gosh sake. I can't say that word."

"Pussy," Terry declared, now with a full laugh backing up the word. "Here, purse your lips to start it out," Terry demonstrated by squeezing her lips together like the start of a kiss. Anne followed along with this, pursing her own lips together. Terry sprang forward and kissed Anne's pursed lips and they both started to laugh.

"Pussy," Anne said, in a quiet voice. "There I said it. I think your right. Pussy. That's what I have, a pussy. I can say that. That works for me." Anne reached over and pulled Terry's face up to her own and started a kiss, her tongue finding Terry's. After a few minutes, Anne pulled away, but continued to face Terry. Anne took Terry's right hand and placed it on her own left breast, then took Terry's left hand in both of her own.

"Yesterday," Anne began after a moment had passed, "you made love to me. You did all of those wonderful things to me and to my...pussy. I want to do that too. To you. With you. I want to make love with you. I'm nervous. I've never done this before. I want to do it right. I want you to feel the same way you made me feel."

Terry looked into Anne's eyes for a long moment and said, "That's what I want too. I want to feel you touching my womanhood." Anne's eyes popped wide open as Terry burst into a fit of giggles. It was just the release Anne needed. She pushed herself forward against Terry, pushing them both into a laying down position on the bed, with Anne partially on top of Terry. Anne firmly kissed Terry's willing lips. Terry settled back to enjoy the kiss, her mind already wandering to what Anne might do with her.

Anne started to make soft little kisses around Terry face, first on her cheeks, then her nose, back to Anne's lips, and down to her chin. Anne worked her way slowly around to Terry's ear, lightly rimming her inner ear with the tip of her tongue. Terry sighed with delight. As Anne continued with her kisses, she also started to use her left hand to caress Terry's breast. Anne kept her fingers away from Terry's nipples, focusing her featherlike strokes on the outer side of Terry's right breast. In response, Terry began to lightly rub Anne's back, signaling to Anne that she was doing exactly the right things.

Now Anne moved her attention down to Terry's long neck. She avoided the strong kisses that teenagers seemed to enjoy so much, the type that leaves a hickey to the amusement of their friends. Anne never enjoyed that kind of kiss on her own neck; she preferred a gentler touch; which is how she approached Terry. Again, kissing Terry's neck with just the edges of her lips, almost like a light tickle. Then she ran her tongue along the valley running from the notch where Terry's collar bones met up along the side of her neck to the bottom of her left ear lobe. Then she repeated this, but moving to Terry's right side. Anne felt surprisingly aroused just from this contact with Terry's smooth neck. It wasn't a feeling she'd ever had when making love with her husband. This was different, a new sensation that seemed to emerge as her saliva mixed with the warmth of Terry's neck. Anne even felt herself getting wet from this sensation. She snuggled her nose against Terry's neck, breathing in deeply, a moment of pleasure she allowed for herself.

Terry avoided the temptation to give Anne instructions on her first time making love to a woman. Terry was excited by her new lover and wanted to let this first experience play out on its own; Terry knew to let Anne move along in whatever way she felt most comfortable and at her own pace. 

Anne stopped her kissing and settled her head down on the large pillow, still caressing Terry's breast. Then Anne shifted herself up, a little bit more on top of Terry. Anne's light weight was not a problem for Terry. From this position, Anne could use both of her hands to explore Terry's increasingly aroused body. She looked down wondering at the beauty of Terry's enlarged nipples. Anne inched herself down slightly. She used her tongue to tease the bumpy skin of Terry's areolas and then ran the slightly rougher flat part of her tongue along a hardened nipple. Terry felt a small electric jolt shoot through her body, starting at her nipple and ending at her pussy. Terry's hands reached down and grabbed Anne's ass cheeks in response; holding them tightly as the first wave of a small orgasm coursed through her body. Anne knew what Terry was feeling at that moment. She continued to apply slight pressure with her tongue against Terry's nipple knowing that this would allow Terry to enjoy the full effect of this little pleasure. Anne waited for Terry's body to settle down before deciding it was time to move on.

Now she started to kiss the soft folds in front of Terry left arm pit. No one had ever done this to her before and Terry was surprised by the delightful way it made her feel. Not an electric charge, just a nice soothing feel running through her body. It was exactly the right touch to follow up that small orgasm. Anne started to rub her hand down Terry's side, from just below her right breast, down her smoothly curved waist, over her hip bone and then down to the well trimmed, ending on the triangle of blonde pubic hair pointing the way to Terry's clitoris. Anne stroked this same path several times, before settling her fingers into a combing motion of Terry pubic hair.

Anne seemed to be unsure how to proceed. At that moment Anne was thinking that last night she had been a passive recipient of Terry's ministrations; Anne hadn't done anything, really. Even right now, she had not really gone so far into this new world of lesbian love making. She could still deny it to herself. But she knew that she would not turn back now; she just wasn't sure about moving forward. With the next step she would be committed; she could not deny anything.

Terry felt the change in tempo; Anne's uncertainty telegraphing itself through her fingertips. Terry wouldn't force or coerce Anne to do anything she didn't want to do. She would never do that to another person. Anne would have to take the next step because she wanted to. Still, Terry decided that she could smooth the way for her. With this thought in mind, Terry placed the fingertips of her right hand on Anne's back, just below her neck, and lightly caressed the peach fuzz hairs there. This seemed to have a soothing effect on Anne, who looked up into Terry's eyes and smiled.

Anne began rubbing Terry's pubic mound circling her middle and forefingers, using light pressure at first. Terry immediately felt the pleasant sensation of Anne's actions. She parted her legs, bending her knees up slightly, giving her feet purchase on the bed to help rotate her hips in rhythm with Anne's fingers. After a few more moments, Anne reached her fingers down along the crease of Terry's pussy lips and rubbed her slick pussy up and down. Anne began slowly pressing her middle finger into Terry's cunt, just barely entering her, and then pulling back. The in and out pulsing on Terry pussy lips sent sparks through her body. Terry's breath was coming in short gasps. Anne quickened the pace of her in and out motions; Terry bucked her hips up hard against Anne's hand as another orgasm rippled through her body.

As Terry settled back down, head slightly tilted up on the pillow, Anne repositioned herself, moving this time far down between Terry's outspread thighs. Anne's head faced Terry's cum drenched pussy, lips protruding and fully spread beckoning a lover's touch. Terry reached down to caress Anne's black hair. Anne held no more thoughts of uncertainty; she was thrilled at the thought of what she was about to do.

With no hesitation at all, Anne leaned forward into Terry's crotch. For the first time, Anne tasted the spicy sweetness of another women's pussy. Terry's musk made Anne slightly delirious; at that moment she would have done anything to be completely engulfed by Terry's cunt. She moved her nose in between Terry's pussy lips, breathing in deeply to absorb Terry's smell. Then she pushed her tongue deep into Terry to taste these wonderful new flavors. With one hand on Terry's ass and the other placed just above her clitoris, Anne was in complete control of Terry's every movement. Anne moved her attention up to Terry's now engorged clit, poking out firmly from its hood. Careful not to over do it, Anne gently licked just beneath the darkened pink bud, while her hand messaged the area just above it. Terry felt her next orgasm coming on strong. It started way down with the tightened sphincter in her ass, then radiated out to her thighs and belly. Terry's nipples hardened to that place where pain and pleasure feel the same. Then with a deep gasp of breath and a tight contraction of her stomach muscles, her pussy started to pulse, squeezing out several small drops of cum that dripped down her crack. Anne quickly licked them off, and settled back with her head resting gently between Terry's thighs.

After a few minutes, Terry's slow rhythmic breathing lead Anne to think she might have fallen asleep. Anne lifted herself up, not wanting to disturb her lover's rest. But Terry was awake and reached down to guide Anne back up to rest her head on the pillows.

"You're pretty brave," Terry said, "and really good." Anne smiled and blushed.

"You made it easy," Anne replied. "At first, I didn't know if I could do this. Make love to a woman. But I wanted to make love to you. I hope I did it right."

"Like you've been doing it all your life," Terry assured her. The two women lay in each other's arms, quietly enjoying the feel of holding onto each other.

Art Teacher Romance Ch. 03



This is Chapter 3 of the Art Teacher Romance Series. You do not have to read Chapters 1 and 2 to enjoy this Chapter, but I hope you will read the first two chapters as well.

Also, you might enjoy the "Art Class with Julie" series which appears in the Erotic Couplings section. Terry, one of the two main characters in this story, is first introduced in "Art Class with Julie Chapter 03."

Comments and criticism is always welcome.

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Terry strolled into her classroom studio just before the 1:00 bell. Most of her students were already at their easels painting the still life items laid out on the center table: a Granny Smith apple; an old wine bottle dripped with wax, a yellow candle stub sticking out at the top; and a string of pearls draped on an overturned bowl. Sun light poured in through the oversized windows filling the long wall opposite the door. Jazz music played quietly in the background.

A few more students straggled in behind Terry. A few minutes late for a three hour studio class wasn't a problem; Terry hardly even took notice. She draped her windbreaker on the old wooden coat tree in the corner. Sometimes she used the coat tree for a still life subject; today she used it was there just to hang her coat on. She put on her painting smock, a large sized, button down blue denim shirt, a hand-me-down from her father. It gave her a warm feeling to wear this shirt from the only man in her life.

Terry liked to let her students spend a half hour or so working on their art before interrupting with her lesson for the day. It gave them time to slip into the right mood, settling down after their hectic morning class schedules. Terry's morning schedule wasn't nearly so hectic, at least not this morning. She had woken up with her arms wrapped around her new friend, Anne. Yesterday had been a long day of discovery for the two women. For Anne it had been her first experience making love with another woman. 

"Like you've been doing it all your life," Terry assured her this morning. The two women lay in each other's arms for another quarter hour; just quietly enjoying the feel of being held and holding. Eventually, Terry started to stir. "I have to teach a class today. Lucky it isn't until 1:00. I'll have to go home first to change into some fresh clothes."

Anne pouted, but then brightened up, "can I make you some breakfast?"

"Wow, great in bed and she cooks too? What more could a girl ask for?" Terry teased.

"Scrambled eggs, toast and coffee?" Anne asked.

"Can I have tea instead of the coffee?"

Anne laughed with delight, "Of course you can." But then the frown returned to Anne's pretty face. 

"What's wrong?" Terry asked. She wanted Anne to be happy.

"How does this work? When will I see you again? We hardly know each other but I don't want you to leave."

"How about tonight," Terry answered. "You said your husband Rob would be out of town for another day, so we can see each other tonight. If you'd like, you can come over to my place for dinner; or we can go out to a restaurant, like on a date; or we can come back here and have another quiet night." A sly smile appeared on Terry's face, "Well, maybe not so quiet of a night." They both laughed. "Let's decide over breakfast."

Terry got up and took a quick shower while Anne prepared breakfast. They agreed to meet back at Anne's house in the evening, around 6:30. Anne said she had to do some grocery shopping and then she would head to the health club, while Terry went off to change clothes and teach her class.

"Professor Andrews?" Terry shook herself back to the present at the sound of the student's voice. Terry got a kick out of being called 'Professor'. Technically, she was an instructor, but the students always called her professor. She didn't let it go to her head, though, and enjoyed her interactions with the kids. This student was Julie, one of Terry's star pupils.

"Hi, Julie; how're you doing?" Terry asked.

"Okay, thanks. I've been working on this painting for a few days now. It's coming along," Julie said this last part without much enthusiasm. 

"You don't sound convinced," Terry responded. "I can sort of see why. What do you think is wrong with it?" This was Terry's standard teaching approach, letting the students analyze their own works first as a way of learning and improving their technique. 

"I've got the perspective out of whack. The bottom of the bottle should be a little smaller. It's too late to change it now, so I'm trying to work around that. Maybe I'll add an extra object in front of the bottle. At least that'll hide the problem."

"Yep, that's what's wrong and you can fix it the way you said. The only problem now is we don't have an extra item out on the table. So you're kind of stuck with what you've got there." This last was Terry's way of reminding her student that her class is about technique, not about hiding mistakes or even making pretty pictures. Julie nodded her acceptance of the mild rebuke. "At least you figured out what was wrong with it."

"Well, I can't even take full credit for that. I shouldn't admit this to you, but I had a little help," Julie confessed, one side of her mouth squnched up in a lopsided grin. "My boyfriend came by the studio yesterday afternoon. He sort of pointed me to the problem."

"He came by here?" Terry asked, slipping into a whisper. Other students would assume they were being quiet as a courtesy. "How are you two doing?"

Now Julie broke out into a full blown smile, "We're doing great. Thanks to you."

"Oh, I think you've got that part backwards, I should be thanking you."

Last semester, Julie invited a buddy of hers to pose for a few sketches with another model. The other model was Terry. The resulting drawings were the most erotic pictures Terry had ever seen. The sketch of Julie's boyfriend as he masturbated, leaning back against Terry, was positively electric. The picture of Terry's pussy, glistening with her own juices still took her breath away.

It was these drawings that Terry had shown to Anne just yesterday afternoon. That led to Anne and Terry's first night together.

"I made a new friend yesterday, and I have your sketches to thank," Terry confessed.

"You showed them to her?" Julie knew Terry well enough that a 'new friend' for Terry meant another woman. "What'd she think?"

"She thought they were great. They were the ice breaker we needed to connect."

Julie laughed but wasn't convinced, "You don't need my drawings. You're so pretty; I bet you get hit on all the time." Julie would never talk with any other professor this way, but they had a shared experience that broke down the formal barrier between teacher and student.

"Well, not as much as you might think. And even then, not from the people I want to meet." And they both laughed at their inside joke. Terry wasn't in the closet, but neither did she wear her sexuality on her sleeve.

"Is she someone I know? Someone at the school?" Julie was really curious now.

"No and no," Terry practically giggled. She didn't get to have this kind of girl talk very often, and then she remembered that she was the teacher here and probably shouldn't be having this conversation just then. In a rushed final whisper, she said, "Her name is Anne. She lives near me. It's complicated. I have no idea where this is heading, but we're having dinner tonight." 

"Maybe we can double date sometime," Julie joked. She was genuinely happy for her favorite teacher.

As Terry continued her walk around the studio, her mind drifted back to Anne, wondering if she had made it in time to her 1:00 Pilates class at the health club.

Terry needn't have worried. At that moment, Anne was on a mat crunching away as her Pilates instructor called out the count; "Eighteen, nineteen, twenty and now over and plank position." Anne loved this class because it allowed her to lose herself in the rhythm and directions given by the instructor. No thought, no worries, just do the exercises.

As the class wound down at 2:00, Anne was enjoying the feel of coming off a hard workout; slightly short of breath, a light sheen of perspiration coating her face and chest. "Hey kiddo," Sylvia said as she caught up to Anne exiting the Pilates Studio. Sylvia was Anne's long time friend. They were both forty four; lived in the same Chicago suburb; their kids had gone to school together; and along with their husbands, they dined together at the country club two or three times each month. Anne and Sylvia were like sisters.

"Hi, Syl."

"Hi Syl? Hi? Syl? That's all you want to say?" Sylvia had leaned into Anne, walking side by side down the hallway to the women's locker room.

"Uhhmmm, Hello Sylvia?" Anne said, a little bit confused.

"You can't fool me Anne. How long have I known you? Like a hundred years, right? You're glowing and I don't mean from that Pilates glass. I was watching you during class; you missed a few reps; you rolled right when you should have rolled left. You never do that. And you're glowing. Who are you sleeping with? Come on tell me. What's his name?" This kind of talk wasn't so shocking coming from Sylvia. Sylvia had a long track record sleeping around. Her husband seemed ambivalent about it. Anne always listened to her friend's tales of her latest conquest, never offering advice, never expressing approval nor disapproval. But she kind of enjoyed the talks nevertheless. Anne always rebuffed Sylvia's suggestion that she "get herself a squeeze on the side;" that just wasn't her.

"I have not been sleeping with another man. I have never cheated on Rob with another man since long before we were married. You know that." Anne hoped that no one would ever try to parse that sentence between "cheated on Rob" and "with another man;" but for now she wouldn't worry about it. "I just had a late night," she continued, "I was up reading and lost track of the time. I guess I didn't get enough sleep."

"Uh, huh. Stick with that story for now," Sylvia teased her. "I still think you'd be happier getting a little extra nookie once in a while." Both women burst out laughing as they entered the locker room.

They grabbed towels as they made their way down the carpeted locker room towards the steam room, stopping at their lockers on the way to strip off their work out clothes. Anne wrapped the bath towel around her chest, adjusting it to drape down and provide a reasonable degree of modesty. Sylvia, always a bit of a showoff, simply tossed the towel over her shoulder. Anne noted Sylvia's firm large breasts. She knew that Sylvia had her breasts 'augmented' a few years ago at the same time as the tummy tuck. Anne smiled at her friend, shaking her head slightly as they headed to the steam room.

Sylvia opened the door, walking into a cloud of steam while Anne checked the temperature gauge: a mild 97 degrees. They would be able to spend a full twenty minutes soaking in the steam. Anne looked around the long double level bench surrounding two walls in the steam room. Sylvia had made herself comfortable in the back corner of the room, while another woman sat closer to the door quietly inhaling the vapors. Still wrapped in her towel, Anne walked over to Sylvia and sat down. Sylvia was sitting on top of her towel, which she had laid out on the bench.

"I think I'd better hit the cold shower for a minute," Sylvia said after just a few minutes in the heat. She walked over to the opposite wall and pulled the chain connected to a shower head mounted in the ceiling. Cool water rained down on her head and gushed off the ends of her breasts. Anne watched all of this with a new found fascination.

"When did you start trimming your pubic hair in a straight line like that?" Anne asked her when Sylvia returned to sit on her towel. Sylvia looked down and stroked her landing strip to fluff it up a bit.

"About three months ago, you just didn't notice. Neither did my husband. But there are a few others who seem to appreciate it," she said with a grin.

"Didn't you want to color it to match your red hair?" Anne teased her friend.

"I asked my stylist, but he refused to do it. Something about the dye being too strong for those 'sensitive areas.' He's probably gay, but I sure was hoping he would say yes. That could have been fun!" And again, both women broke up into giggles.

Anne also noticed the cold water's effect on Sylvia's nipples. Her breasts held their form even in this sitting position, one of the benefits of the implants. But Sylvia's nipples were original equipment. Her areolas were not very large, extending only slightly beyond the base of her nipples. Erect from the cold water, her nipples stood out at least a half inch from the end of her breasts. Anne's mind ran through this morning's events and she admitted to herself that she much preferred the look of Terry's softer, rounder nipples. Sylvia caught Anne staring at her erect nipples. "Jealous? The guys really go for these babies, too."

Anne started feeling the effect of the steam. Now she walked over to the showerhead, set her towel on a hook and pulled the chain. The water cooled her down immediately. As she picked up her towel, she noticed that the other woman was leaving the steam room. Since it was just her friend Syl, she decided she didn't have to wrap herself up. She carried the towel over to the bench perpendicular to Sylvia where she sat down on top of the towel. Both women leaned back against the upper bench enjoying the steam. In this position, Anne's more modest sized breasts extended out only enough that a large hand could easily cover them, like a bra cup. Anne didn't mind her smallish breasts; Rob had never complained and last night Terry seemed to delight in them as well.  

"You could use a little trim Anne," Sylvia said looking down at Anne's pubic patch. She had always kept the dark brown pubic hair trimmed in a neat triangle, just barely covering extending down to her pussy. The area surrounding her pussy lips was naturally bare.

"I think Rob would have a heart attack if I trimmed mine like yours," Anne replied. She wondered how Terry would react, though.

"Or you could shave it all off," Sylvia teased. "Maybe we should get Brazilians. Of course, I'd have to put a revolving door on my bedroom and tell the guys to take a number before entering." They both burst out laughing.

"Do you really sleep with that many guys?" Anne asked, a little more seriously now.

"Oh, it's not really like that. I've had plenty of affairs. Jim sort of knows," Sylvia said referring to her husband of twenty two years. "I'm pretty sure he's got his own thing going on. We have an understanding, and it works for us."

"Syl, do you ever have sex with Jim anymore?" Anne asked.

"Of course! He's a stud. Even at fifty he's better then most of my guys. He knows what I like and he's pretty darn good at doing it." Sylvia smiled at this, leaned her head back against the wall, and closed her eyes. Anne took the opportunity to study her friend a little more closely. Her nipples were still long and erect, even this long after the cold rinse. She noticed that Sylvia's legs had spread further apart. Anne realized that her friend had drifted deep into a fantasy of her own, perhaps she was thinking of the pleasures of her husband. Her breathing was getting a little bit quicker and her right hand started tracing the outline of the little strip of pubic hair. Anne's pussy started to respond as well, starting to moisten from the arousal she felt watching Sylvia. But Sylvia was way ahead of Anne. Her pussy had started to spread open, first just a little bit as her smaller inner lips began to blossom around the heavier outter lips. Anne watched as Sylvia moved her fingers down towards her pussy; rubbing her middle finger in her dripping cunt. As Anne watched, she started thinking again about Terry and how she had done something very similar to Anne just the night before. Anne felt the urge to caress herself, but resisted. Sylvia felt no such compunction. Her fingers started working faster and faster in and around her fully engorged pussy. Her left hand went up to her right nipple and started squeezing. Lightly at first, but harder and harder as the pleasure started coursing through her body. Sylvia moved her attention to her clitoris, barely visible amongst the full folds of her lips. With her middle and ring fingers spread apart, she rubbed along sides of her tender clit, not touching it, but allowing it to slide between the two fingers. The pressure from her fingers and the base of her palm pushed her to the edge of orgasm. Anne saw Sylvia shudder, her body rocking from her shoulders to her belly and on down to her knees which pulled back and apart, spreading her pussy wide open. Thick creamy liquid began to drip out of her as the second wave of her orgasm rocked her body. Anne was almost as breathless as Sylvia, although she hadn't even touched herself. Sylvia dropped her hands to her side, relaxed her legs back down onto the bench, and slowly regained her composure.

"Hello. Earth to Sylvia, earth to Sylvia," Anne said.

"Oh, Anne; that was something. I haven't cum like that in a long time."

"My God, Syl, I thought you were going to pass out. Maybe you'd better cover up with a towel before someone comes in here and starts to wonder about us," Anne passed her friend an extra towel, which she gladly accepted.

"I hope I didn't embarrass you. I don't usually do that with other people around. I just, I don't know, I just got caught up in it."

"Don't worry, Syl. I'm still shaking just from watching you. Think you can stand up?" Anne asked now with a big grin on her face.

"Hmmm, maybe. I don't know that my legs can support me. But it's getting kinda hot in here. We'd better get going." The two women stood up, walked out of the steam room, and headed for the showers. They took shower stalls across from each other. Anne occasionally looked over at her friend in the shower. Sylvia was pretty, but Anne kept thinking about Terry, her blonde hair, large natural breasts, the big areolas that felt so good to Anne. And the way she tasted this morning, when Anne finally dipped her tongue into Terry's soaking wet pussy. Spicy. And sweet. Then Anne remembered she was in the shower stall, rubbing herself with the soap suds. She realized that now Sylvia was looking at her, and smiling.

As they walked together out of the shower, Sylvia asked, "You were kind of out of it back there in the shower. I don't know who he is, but I bet he's gonna get some tonight!" Both women burst out laughing as they strolled to the lockers to dress.

As Anne left the health club, she gave Sylvia a kiss goodbye. It was a little bit more then their typical air kiss. Anne went to kiss Sylvia on the lips, holding her in place with one hand slightly pressed to Sylvia's back. Sylvia looked at her a little bit confused. "What was that for?" Sylvia asked, with a note of surprise but no displeasure in her voice.

"You made this a fun afternoon at the health club. So that was just a thank you."

"Your welcome?" Sylvia asked.

"I gotta run. I have company coming over at 6:30!" Anne said as she got into her car and pulled out of the parking lot. She had gone to the market earlier in the day, so she just had to get home, straighten herself up a little and wait for Terry to come over. Anne wasn't sure she could keep herself calm for the two hours until 6:30. Sylvia's little adventure had really turned Anne on. She might jump Terry the moment she walked in the door.

The door bell rang promptly at 6:30. Anne ran to the front door, but then counted to five before opening the door. Just because she felt like an eighteen year old girl waiting for her prom date to show up, didn't mean she had to act like one. She opened the door to find Terry standing there. The sight of her took Anne's breath away. She had been thinking about this moment for the last two hours, picturing Terry as she was when she left this morning in her jeans and button down canvas shirt. Tonight, Terry was radiant. She was wearing a dark floral silk blouse that perfectly highlighted her shoulder length blonde hair; black silk pants and open toed black strapped sandals, with her toes painted red finished the outfit. She was wearing just a touch of lipstick, and maybe a little eyeliner. Everything else was pure Terry. Anne grabbed her hand and pulled her into the foyer, closing the door behind them as she did so. She pulled Terry in close to her, hugging tightly even as she planted a long deep kiss on her lips. Terry finally pulled herself back; a smile spreading from ear to ear.




Art Teacher Romance Ch. 03



"Whoa, girl, whoa. Settle down. We've got all night. Here," she handed Anne a bottle of wine, "I picked this up for tonight. I hope you like it. It's a white Turina Lugana. I asked the guy at the store for something light, happy and summery. I told him that's how I feel when I am with my date. That's you. He sort of blushed, but this was his suggestion. I hope it goes with dinner."

"We're having tilapia. I thought we'd keep it light and easy. Broiled fish with lemon, asparagus and a salad. How does that sound?"

"Like heaven. Come on, I'll help you in the kitchen." Terry kicked off her shoes, the initial effect of her outfit having served its purpose. The two women busied themselves in the kitchen, Anne working on the tilapia filets, while Terry prepared the salad. A mix of slow love songs was playing in the background. Anne kept looking over at Terry just because it made her feel good to do so. Twice Terry caught her at this and smiled back. A half hour later, dinner was ready, the wine was opened, and the two sat down at the raised kitchen counter to eat. 

"I should have set the table for us," Anne said. I have such beautiful china and crystal. It would have been lovely."

Terry put her hand on Anne's. "This is lovely. Sitting here together side by side; eating, drinking. Holding hands." Terry's face blushed bright red as she said this last.

"You're blushing!" Anne giggled.

"Well, that sounded cornier then I intended."

"It wasn't corny. It was very sweet. Thank you."

Terry squeezed Anne's hand one more time and went back to eating. "Julie was in my studio class today. You know; the one who can really sketch." Now it was Anne's turn to blush at the memory of Julie's erotic sketches. "We were chatting during class. I sort of told her about you. She's really sweet and she seems to be doing great with that boy friend of hers." Anne blushed even deeper, having seen the sketches showing off her boyfriend in all his glory. Terry chuckled, "Yeah, I guess he's pretty good looking. Not my type, of course, but still a nice guy. Anyway, Julie might want to do another studio session with live models...."

Now Anne squeezed Terry's hand, "That could be fun." But no more was said about it.

After dinner, when the dishes were loaded into the dishwasher and the music was still playing in the background, Terry took Anne in her arms.

"I've been thinking about doing this all day," Terry said, as she slowly kissed Anne, her left hand lightly tickling Anne's back. Terry's hips pressed in hard against Anne's while her right hand held Anne's butt firmly. Anne's body was on fire: the passion of Terry's kiss; her own afternoon watching her friend Sylvia cumming in the steam room; the afternoon spent waiting for Terry to arrive. Anne could have stripped Terry right there in the kitchen, placed her up on the counter top and gone down on her in a pussy licking frenzy. But Terry was in control tonight. Nothing had been said about it, but she was clearly going to take the lead on the direction for the night.

Terry loosened her grip slightly, but continued to kiss Anne. Then, hips swaying slightly to the music, the two women began a slow dance, cheek pressed to cheek. They stayed this way through two more songs, before Terry said, "Let's go upstairs. It's been a long day. I've missed you. I want to be in bed with you now." Holding hands, the two women headed up the stairs to the guest bedroom, the same room they had slept in the night before.

The wild passionate thing would have been for Terry to undress Anne quickly and then toss her own clothes on the floor. But both women were wearing too nice clothes to be so careless. So instead each watched the other as they slowly undressed, leaving only bras and panties in place. Now Terry moved back closer to Anne and again pulled her in closely. She pressed her face against Anne's hair and inhaled her scent. Anne's bra did not have a clasp, so Terry gently pulled it up over Anne's head and uplifted arms. Tossing the bra on the side chair, Terry then ran her fingers over Anne's breasts. 

"I love your tits," Terry whispered. "They make my pussy wet when I touch them." Anne smiled, thinking back to her earlier conclusion about her breasts. She was right. Terry liked her small tits.

Next Terry slipped her thumbs into the sides of Anne's panties and slipped them down. Terry kneeled as she did so, allowing Anne to simply lift one foot and then the other to step out of her panties. Terry saw the wet crotch of Anne's panties. Kneeling as she was left Terry, temporarily, with her face inches from Anne's pussy. She could see Anne's inner lips beckoning her, how they extended down below the larger ones. Anne's musky sex smell made Terry slightly delirious. She used the middle finger of her right hand to gently feather brush Anne's long pussy lips; only once, but enough to remind Anne what was in store.

Terry stood back up stepping slightly away from Anne. She reached back and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall on the floor at their feet. Then Terry reached down to remove her own panties, allowing Anne to watch as she slowly slid them down below her legs. Terry ran tip of her index finger once through the crease in her pussy. Her finger glistened as she lifted it away. She stood up and raised her wet finger to Anne's mouth. Anne's tongue reached out and licked Terry's finger clean. Then she took the finger into her mouth, and sucked on it for a few moments. Terry sighed with the sensation of Anne's mouth.

Anne gently moved Terry back towards the bed, helping her recline onto it as her legs backed up against the edge. Terry was laying half on the bed, her legs bent over the edge. Anne pushed Terry's knees apart; she knelt down on the floor, positioned between Terry's legs. Leaning forward just slightly, Anne traced her tongue over the long lines of Terry's wet pussy, knowing the little waves of pleasure this would send through her lover's body. Craving her own quick dose of pleasure, Anne buried her tongue deep into Terry's cunt, enjoying for a moment the flavor she found there. Terry reached down to run her fingers through Anne's hair. Now Anne's inexperience at making love with another woman surfaced. She didn't know whether to continue what she had started or move onto something different. Terry, sensed Anne's uncertainty. 

"Let's move up onto the bed," Terry suggested. "I want to feel your body close to mine." So Anne and Terry climbed fully onto the bed, moving up towards the pillows. The two women embraced there. Terry pursued Anne's lips with her own, darting the tip of her tongue in and out of Anne's mouth. Anne's hard nipples were brushing against Terry's softer breasts. Anne allowed this sensation to go on for a moment longer; enjoying the different ways that making love to a woman could offer pleasure. 

Anne slid one arm under Terry's waist, the other over the top, and grabbed hold of Terry's ass. Terry used the leverage this gave her to grind her own pelvis against Anne's, pressing together the two women's pubic bones in coital-like contact. Anne moaned at the sensation and pushed Terry firmer against herself. Sensing the rising pleasure, Terry rolled Anne onto her back, while Anne held firm to Terry's ass. Terry shifted her right leg up over Anne's left; like overlapping wishbones. Terry's clitoris was now pressed against Anne's pubic bone and leg; Anne's clitoris was similarly positioned against Terry. In this position, Terry proceeded to rotate her hips in a circular motion, rubbing each woman's clit against the other. Anne's hands pressing down on Terry added the pressure to bring them to a climax. With the increased motion, Terry felt her own orgasm beginning to rise, pulsating through her body. Her quickening breath and moans added to Anne's arousal. Terry began to tremble in Anne's embrace. Anne felt her own sphincter begin to contract, followed by the pushing motion of her abdominal muscles and then strong contractions inside her pussy. Anne was cumming too. She screamed with pleasure as Terry wrapped her arms around Anne and buried her face against Anne's neck. Terry's body continued to shake for what seemed like an eternity, even as Anne's body had already begun to relax. Anne gently stroked Terry's back, soothing her return from the height of her orgasm. 

Terry shifted sideways, slightly rolling off Anne's body, but still able to snuggle her face against Anne's cheek. 

"I spent all day thinking about us back in bed together," Terry confessed.

"Everyone I saw today, everything I looked at reminded me of you," Anne answered.

"It doesn't always go like this," Terry said.

"I know," Anne replied, "but let's enjoy it while we can."

Slipping themselves under the covers, snuggled together, the two women fell into an exhausted sleep.



Art Teacher Romance Ch. 04



This is Chapter 4 of the Art Teacher Romance Series. You do not have to read the first three chapters to enjoy this Chapter, but I hope you will want to read them all.

Also, you might enjoy the "Art Class with Julie" series which appears in the Erotic Couplings section. Terry, one of the two main characters in this story, is first introduced in "Art Class with Julie Chapter 03."

Comments and criticism is always welcome.

***

Beverly just knew this was going to be a bad day. The waitress made her living flirting big tips out of the breakfast crowd. The retired guys who hung out with their buddies over a bagel and coffee: a four dollar tab and a two dollar tip, with four guys at the table made it a pretty good deal for Bev. Or take the two lawyers who came in every Tuesday and Thursday mornings. Eggs, bacon and toast for the blond guy; fruit and a muffin for the bald guy: twelve dollars for the tab and a five dollar tip. Not bad for swishing your butt around, or leaning over the table a little more then needed to pour the second cup of coffee. The low cut waitress uniform and her push up bra helped. Her customers treated her well, no one ever got out of line. No harm; no foul. Most of her regulars even gave her some cash around Christmas time, sort of a bonus for all she her service during the year. It was a nice way to make a living.

Nothing killed her tips more then two North Shore ladies sitting in one of Beverly's booths. She couldn't swish more then 15% out of them on a good day. And if any of her regulars knew the ladies, well that sort of put a chill on the fun for them too.

"Coffee?" Beverly asked politely. She treated everyone nicely just the same. No sense making enemies in this world.

"Tea for me, please," Terry said; and she took an extra moment to appreciate Beverly's assets.

"I'll have coffee with a little skim milk," Anne said. Beverly walked to her station to get the drinks.

"I'm glad we set this up. I love having breakfast out, it's such a treat for me," Terry said. "Did your husband got off to the airport on time this morning?"

"Rob had a 7 AM flight, so he left at 5:00. I was still sound asleep when he headed out. But he called me a little while ago to tell me that he made his flight," Anne paused while Beverly brought over the drinks.

"Do you girls know what you want?" Beverly asked.

"Yep. I'm having the short stack of pancakes and a single scrambled egg," Terry ordered.

"Oooh, that sounds good. I'll have the same thing but I'd like the egg over easy." 

"Two shorties, a srambled and a floppie, got it," Beverly said as she jotted down the order in her pad. I'll put the order in right now. It should be up pretty quick" 

"Thanks," Anne said as Beverly headed off. Then she turned her attention back to Terry. "I missed you. I know we saw each other last Thursday morning and its only Monday now, but it seems like forever."

"I feel the same way," Terry responded looking directly into Anne's eyes. Terry remembered Thursday morning's discussion. She and Anne had woken up at 6:00 in the morning in Anne's guest bedroom. They were still snuggled together after having fallen into a deep post-orgasmic slumber the night before. They lay quietly holding each other for a little while longer listening to the morning radio, but Terry had to head out to teach an early class and Anne needed to straighten up the house before her husband returned from his business trip. They showered together, enjoying the opportunity to soap each other's bodies, hugging for a moment while they were both completely covered in suds. The sensation of slipping and sliding breasts against breasts and hips against hips was almost too much to stop. But Terry knew she had to get moving and positioned the shower head to wash them down while she still had some degree of self control.

While they were getting dressed, Anne and Terry agreed that they would meet up at the diner near the village center, near the commuter train station, early on Monday morning. They passed the weekend apart from each other, and now here they were back together again.

"This seemed like a good idea when we set it up, but I can't hold your hand or kiss your cheek while we're sitting here. It's a little too public," Terry said.

"I know. I keep thinking I can rub your knee under the table and maybe no one will notice," Anne said. The two women looked around the restaurant, saw all the men sitting at the various tables, turned back to each other and burst out in a fit of giggles. "I'd better wait. How was your weekend?"

"Kind of slow. Mostly I painted and made a few sketches."

"I've never even seen any of your art work," Anne said. "You showed me those sketches, the ones done by your student, Julie? But I haven't seen any of your work. I would love to see the painting you're working on; the sketches too. What are you sketching?"

"You."

Anne's eyes popped slightly; then she blushed.

"Me! What about me are you sketching?"

"I started with your face. I really love your nose and eyes. I could look at them for hours. So I decided to sketch them. Of course that's from memory so later we can compare the drawings to the real thing. So I started with your face." Terry glanced around to see if anyone was close enough to hear their conversation. She dropped her voice a notch just in case. "I hope you don't mind, but I also drew your breasts. Those I know I got right. You'll see. I like the shape of your breasts, the way they feel in my hands, the sensation of your nipples against my palms. I think I got it right in my sketches."

This was lot for Anne to hear. She never thought of herself as an art subject. And Terry's description of Anne's breasts was arousing Anne more then she would have expected. She felt a tingle between her legs, her palms were a little damp, and her breathing had increased just a bit. She didn't know what to say.

"Here you go girls, two shorties, a scrambled and one over easy," Beverly said as she placed the plates down in front of Anne and Terry. Beverly's interruption had startled Anne out of her reverie. "I'll get you girls some refills, one coffee, one tea. Anything else you need right now?"

Terry was smiling from watching Anne's reactions. "No thanks. I think we're set for right now," Terry said.

Beverly went off but returned right away with fresh coffee for Anne and hot water for Terry's tea. She leaned far over the table to put down Terry's tea. "Okay, let me know if I can get you anything else," Beverly said as she headed over to one of her old geezer tables. Might as well give them a shake and jiggle, she decided, can't let the old guys down.

The interruption gave Anne time to regain her composure; she dug into her short stack of pancakes. "You'll have to show me some of your art work one of these days."

"Sure, we'll make a date of it," Terry said. "So what about you? Busy weekend?"

"Mostly we were just around not doing much. We're still adjusting to having both kids off at college. It gives us more time together but we aren't used to filling it. Rob played some golf. I did a little work in the garden. We did go out to dinner at the country club with some friends."

Terry felt a slight twinge in her belly. Was that jealousy she felt at hearing Anne talk about Rob.

"I told Rob all about you," Anne said, almost nonchalantly. This time Terry's eyes popped open in surprise.

"All about me?" She asked, emphasizing the 'all' and the 'me' in her short question. Terry was nervous but really wanted to hear what Anne had told her husband about her lesbian lover.

"Okay, well, maybe not all about you. I told him that I met this lovely young woman on the train. That's you. Who turned out to be an art teacher who lives near by us. I said that you were very interesting, very pretty, and that we'd had dinner together both nights he was gone. I didn't go into too much more detail then that. I figured I could leave a few things unsaid."

Terry's heart was fluttering at hearing Anne's description of her, even if it was a discussion she'd had with her husband. But Terry still wanted to know more about Anne and Rob's relationship. "Anne, did you and Rob have sex this weekend?"

Anne looked into Terry's eyes for a moment. She wouldn't lie to Terry but she wasn't sure where this question might lead.

"Terry, I'm sort of new to this whole thing. I mean, you know, having sex with someone besides my husband. I still can't use the words "cheating on him." And I'm having sex with another woman. It's all new to me. Are you asking because you think the three of us might end up in bed together?"

Terry took Anne's hand, holding it in both of her own while she answered, "I know I have to share you with your husband, but I have no interest in sharing your husband with you. I'm sure he's a wonderful guy and all, that's just not who I am; you know, about men. I guess I'm a little bit jealous though, but I know you guys are a married couple. I know you don't just like women, the way I do. I want you to be happy. I want to know everything about you, because I care about you. And I guess I asked because I'm nosy." Terry finished with a smile on her face, letting Anne know that she was okay with whatever Anne was going to do.

Anne smiled back, "We made love twice this weekend."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"You are being nosy young lady," Anne admonished, but not with any real rebuke in her voice. "Yes, I did. I actually felt more passion then I have for a long time. I've been thinking about that, too. It's because of you. I think about you all the time, even when I'm with Rob. Having you in my life makes me feel...like more of a woman."

"I'd kiss you right now, but I'm afraid we'd give all the old geezers at the next table coronaries. Thank you for telling me that. I miss you all the time I'm not with you. Even when I'm drawing sketches of you, I'm still missing you. I feel a little hollowness in my belly and it's because you're not with me." Terry was still holding Anne's hand across the table. Beverly came over with the coffee pot and freshened up Anne's cup. Terry reluctantly let go of Anne's hand. As Beverly turned to leave, another woman walked over to the table approaching from behind Anne.

"Hey kiddo, what's new?" the woman asked.

"Oh, hi Syl! I didn't see you here. We're just finishing breakfast. What about you?" Anne was obviously a little bit shaken by the interruption.

"Just stopped by to pick up a coffee before I go to the health club."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Anne stuttered, "I should introduce you two. Terry, this is my life long friend, Sylvia. Sylvia, this is my new friend, Terry Andrews. Terry is an art teacher in Evanston. At the University."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," Sylvia said as she reached over to shake Terry's hand. Terry noticed Sylvia's handful of rings and the glittering tennis bracelet.

"Nice to meet you, too," Terry smiled as she checked Sylvia out, short wavy red hair, long fingernails, lots of cleavage, tight butt obvious even in her warm up suit. Terry bet Sylvia would be good in bed.

"So Terry, what do you think of our girl Anne here?"

"I think she's great," was Terry's sincere reply.

"Oh, I agree with you on that. I mean don't you think she's being a bit flighty? I'm guessing she's got another guy on the side. What do you think?"

"Oh, stop it Syl," Anne protested with mock indignation. "Someone might hear you say that."

"No, no, wait," said Terry, "I think Sylvia is onto something here. Come on tell us, who is he?"

"Oh, stop it, both of you," Anne giggled.

"Come on," Terry continued, "Give us some dirt. Anything, eye color, shoe size, is he hung like a horse?"

Anne spluttered while Sylvia burst out laughing.

"Oh, boy, Terry. I like you already. Let's all get together sometime. If nothing else, we can spend a long lunch teasing Anne. Well I gotta run. Spinning class starts in ten minutes. See ya." Sylvia spun around and headed out the door.

Terry and Anne were still laughing as the door closed.

"She seems like a blast," Terry said.

"Oh, she's great. She kind of has a problem keeping her knickers on, but her husband doesn't care, so who am I to worry about it. You should have seen us, though, last week at the health club. This was Wednesday afternoon, when you went to your studio class and I went to the Pilates class. Syl and I spent some time in the steam room after our workout. We were just talking. Well, that's when she first started teasing me about having another man on the side. If only she knew the truth about that one. Anyway, we're sitting in the steam room, completely naked, she's talking to me one moment and the next her eyes are closed and she's clearly thinking about some sort of fantasy. Right in front of me she starts to touch herself."

"You mean she was masturbating with you watching?" Terry said. Anne was still working her way into using explicit language, but Terry had no such compunction.

"Right. I sat there watching her. I was getting pretty worked up myself, but I knew you and I would be together that night, so I didn't want to do anything."

"Hmmm, right in front of you? I have to admit, I would have liked to watch that myself. I would have bet anything that she had no interest in women."

"Who, Sylvia? She's strictly into men. She wasn't doing that because of me, she forgot I was even there. Still, I had never seen someone else do that before, so it's kind of stuck with me."

"Well it sounds kind of kinky to me, Anne. And I thought you were just an innocent little housewife that first night I seduced you."

"Okay, okay, let's get the check." Anne turned to wave at Beverly who signaled she'd bring the check right over. "Hung like a horse. What were you thinking?" Anne asked Terry and they both laughed at that.

"What are you doing today?" Anne wanted to know.

"Nothing. I don't have to teach today. I was working most of the weekend so I thought I might do a little shopping today. I need a new dress. Wanna go shopping with me?"

"Sure," Anne said.

"Here you go ladies. Come back soon," Beverly said as she laid the check down between the two women.

"We have to give her a really big tip," Terry whispered.

"Why, because we used the table so long?" Anne asked.

"No. Every time she came over to our table, she bent way over giving us a full cleavage shot. If I didn't know better, I would say she was flirting with me. Anyway, it was worth an extra buck or two for the show." 

Anne laughed at this, but left a five dollar tip for the twelve dollar check.

"I thought I would try the dress store just down the street. I just need something simple, black, above the knees. Cocktail partyish for a wedding I'm going to next month. Come on, let's go in and see what they've got."

The two women walked into the boutique two doors down from the restaurant. There was a young sales lady in the store; she was pretty, with straight black hair framing a pale complexioned face. Small, pointy breasts tenting out an ivory colored silk blouse. She was probably in her early twenties. The store had a nice selection of dresses, slacks and blouses. Anne and Terry went straight to the 'little black dress' section against the wall. 

"I'm a six," Anne said, "what are you, an eight?"

"Sometimes an eight, sometimes a ten. It depends how it's cut." 

"Let's take one of each into the fitting room and see how you look," Anne said as she grabbed three dresses off the rack and headed to the back of the store. There was a row of large fitting rooms, each with a slatted door, enclosing a small seating area. Anne and Terry went into the middle fitting room and closed the door behind them.

"Why did you take three sizes?" Terry asked.

"Every girl needs a little black dress," Anne said. "I've worn mine to death. I thought I would try one on also. Maybe we can both get new dresses." Terry felt like a high school girl again, shopping with her girlfriends, teasing each other about one thing or another. 

Anne slipped off her jeans, stepping out of her sandals as she did so. Then she pulled her polo shirt up over her head and hung up the clothes on one of the wall hooks. Terry was a little slower, having to untie her tennis shoes before she could even start undressing. Sitting down, working on her shoelaces, Terry watched Anne undress. Anne was wearing a very shear, red bra and panty combination. Her nipples were completely visible through the fabric, and her pussy was nicely outlined in the form fitting panties. While she watched, Anne unhooked the bra and put it on the hook. Her firm small breasts holding their shape even without the added support. She unzipped the back zipper of the dress and pulled the dress on over her head. Terry helped her with the zipper when Anne leaned back for her assistance.

"You look perfect in that dress," Terry said.

"Oh, you're just saying that to get into my panties," Anne replied teasingly. But Anne felt the pleasure of the compliment wash over her.

"No, really, you've got a great figure. I bet you'd look good in anything."

"Not if it requires cleavage. I wouldn't look so good in that waitress's outfit." 

"Oooh, are you a little bit jealous because I noticed the waitress's boobs?" Terry asked, with a very teasing tone in her voice. "Maybe you wouldn't fill out that waitress outfit, but I bet you'd look great in a French maid's uniform." Terry leered as she said this.

"Oh, you'd love that wouldn't you," Anne shot back as she walked over and gave Terry a kiss on the lips, holding the kiss for a few extra seconds.

"So, are you going to buy that dress?" Terry asked.

"Maybe. Come on, let's see how you look in yours." As she said this, Anne started taking off the black dress. She hung it back on the hanger and set it aside. Now she was standing in front of Terry again, wearing only her panties. Her nipples protruding more then before. Terry noticed all of this with quite some pleasure.

Terry had removed her pants while Anne had been trying on the black dress. She unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She was wearing a low cut, underwire bra in a gold lace fabric. It complimented her blonde hair perfectly. The bra cups barely covered her nipples, leaving the tops of her areolas visible above the cups. When Anne was done hanging up her dress, she turned her attention back to Terry. She appreciated the sexiness of Terry's half cup bra, fighting back the temptation to go over and lick each nipple in turn. Instead she made a show of appraising Terry's nearly naked body, the smoothness of her belly, full curves of her hips, and especially the gold thong that barely restrained her pussy lips. As Terry sat down to take off her ankle high socks, Anne noticed a small wet spot developing on Terry's thong. Anne smiled at the thought that Terry was aroused just from watching Anne try on the dress.

Terry stood up and slipped on the size 10 dress, the larger of the two. Anne zipped it up for her. Terry turned this way and that, looking in the mirror. Then she turned to Anne, "What do you thing?"

"Maybe a little too big. It doesn't really flatter your figure and when you lean over, the neck line drapes so far open I can see your belly button. Which is okay for me! But I doubt that's really the look you want."

Terry nodded in agreement and slipped out of the dress. She changed quickly into the smaller dress.

"That one fits you like a glove. Not that it matters, but you'll have every guy in the room wanting to get into YOUR panties."

"Maybe I'll get lucky and one of the women will take a shot at it," Terry joked.

"That dress really makes you look hot. Black is definitely your color." Anne moved towards Terry as she said this. Still topless, Anne pressed her body against Terry's, feeling the smooth silkiness of the dress and Terry's breasts behind it pushing against her own hardening nipples. Anne started to feel herself getting aroused. Anne felt her own panties getting pretty soaked now. Anne took her right hand and slid it under Terry's dress, first stroking the smooth skin of her butt, unfettered by the thong. Sensing no resistance from Terry, Anne moved her fingers to the front top of the thong, sliding her hand down inside the flat front, her middle finger extending to the wet crease of Terry's cunt. Anne stroked Terry's wet pussy lips back and forth, then took her hand out from under the dress. She brought her hand up to her mouth, and sucked Terry's juices off of her middle finger. Terry watched this with a slightly glazed look in her eyes.




Art Teacher Romance Ch. 05



This is Chapter 5 of the Art Teacher Romance Series. You do not have to read the first four chapters to enjoy this Chapter, but I hope you will want to read them all.

Also, you might enjoy the "Art Class with Julie" series which appears in the Erotic Couplings section. Terry, one of the two main characters in this story, is first introduced in "Art Class with Julie Chapter 03." Other characters appearing here were first introduced in that series as well.

Comments and criticism is always welcome.

***

The shower rained down soothing hot water as steam built up in the large frosted class enclosure. Anne adjusted the temperature down just a bit. She took her bottle of shampoo from the shower shelf, poured a large dollop into her hand and put the bottle back on the shelf. 

"You have to lean your head back to I can wash your hair," Anne said to Terry as she stood behind the slightly taller blonde. Anne reached up to begin working the shampoo into Terry's hair, using her fingertips to message her scalp. She pressed gently at first, pulling her fingers from Terry's forehead to the back of her head. She did that two or three times, feeling Terry's body relax from the soothing sensation. Anne increased the pressure of her fingertips, using the shampoo to lubricate the motion through Terry hair.

"Okay, step forward under the shower and I'll rinse out the shampoo," Anne instructed. Terry did as she was told, the warm water rushing over her head, while Anne briskly washed the remaining shampoo out. Terry stood under the shower flow continuing to enjoy the soothing feel of the warm water running down her head, splashing off her breasts, her nipples hardened from the combined sensation of hot water and Anne's fingers. Anne put a large dab of rose-petal scented shower gel into her palms and vigorously rubbed her hands together to produce a full lather. With her hands fully soaped up, Anne rubbed Terry's shoulders and neck, moving down to her back with large circular motions, cleaning and soothing at the same time. When she had worked her way down to Terry's ass, Anne took one cheek in each hand, squeezing and rubbing to loosen the large muscles beneath the skin. Anne worked her right hand between Terry's ass cheeks, rubbing up and down with her soapy fingers. Each time her hand approached Terry's anus, Anne applied slightly more pressure with her middle finger, not enough to penetrate, but enough to add a nice sensation of pressure. With her final stroke, Anne pressed harder, inserting just the first joint of her soapy finger into Terry's anus, unsure how Terry would react. Terry wriggled her backside in response, and pushed back slightly. Anne smiled at this acknowledgement, but she removed her hands from Terry's bottom.

Next, Anne twisted Terry's shoulders to turn her around, the two women now facing each other. Terry's eyes were closed, her head still tilted back, the water hitting the back of her head and washing down her backside. Anne took another dollop of shower gel and rubbed her hands firmly against Terry's breasts. Terry's breasts were larger then Anne's. Her areolas fully covered the front end of each breast. Before she met Terry, Anne had never touched another woman's breasts. Now she loved the feel of rubbing her hands against Terry's breasts, the nipples pressing against her palms. Anne thought about this even when she wasn't with Terry. Several times over the last few days she had lost track of a conversation while her mind wondered to her thoughts about Terry. Once it had even happened while Anne was making love to her husband. Rob hadn't complained; Anne was more sexually energized since she had met Terry; and Rob was one of the beneficiaries without even knowing why.

Anne continued to wash Terry with her soapy hands. She rubbed the foam into Terry's pubic hair, but did not move between Terry's legs. She would leave that area for Terry to wash. Completing her task, Anne stepped in closer to Terry and pressed her lips against the other woman's. The two held each other in this embrace for several moments; grinding hips and rubbing soapy breasts together as the water washed over them. When they finally broke the kiss, Anne giggled with delight.

"Let me rinse off," Anne said, "you can stay in here a while longer if you want to relax under the shower."

"Mmmm, just give me two more minutes. Then I'll get out too."

After Anne rinsed herself down she stepped out of the shower and closed the glass door behind her, keeping the warm air contained for Terry. Anne quickly toweled herself off with an oversized bath towel. She hung up the towel on the rack and grabbed a second towel from the linen closet. Terry was turning off the shower just as Anne returned. As Terry stepped out, Anne wrapped her up in the towel.

"You're treating me like a queen," Terry said. "I've never gotten so much attention, but I could sure get used to it." Terry leaned forward and gave Anne another kiss on the lips. 

After finishing up in the bathroom, brushing teeth, combing out and blow drying hair, applying a little make up, the two women dressed in their weekday casual clothes. Anne put on fitted khaki slacks, a blue button down shirt, the top two buttons left open, and open toed flats. A gold necklace with a small heart shaped locket completed the outfit. Terry wore her button fly Levi's, tan canvas shirt and tennis shoes. She put on five different silver rings, including one on the thumb of her left hand. 

"What do you want to do for breakfast?" Anne asked. "Should we go back to the diner by the train station?"

"No, we were just there yesterday. If the two of us keep showing up there for breakfast, that waitress, Beverly, is going to know something's going on. As it is she was flirting with me shamelessly." Terry smiled at the memory of yesterday's adventures. She had met Anne for breakfast at the diner after not seeing each other for the entire weekend. Beverly, the restaurant's well endowed waitress, was a serial flirt. She teased the old men stretching out their morning bagel and coffee into a morning's outing; she teased the young lawyers meeting to discuss an upcoming deposition over eggs, bacon and toast; and she teased Terry and Anne, too. It earned Beverly an extra two dollars on the tip at Terry's insistence.

After breakfast, Terry and Anne had gone shopping in a small dress shop down the street from the diner. While in the dressing room, Anne had seduced Terry, going down on her while she sat on the dressing room bench. Terry's orgasm had left her shaking as they walked out of the dressing room. The young sales lady in the store hinted that she knew exactly what had gone on the dressing room, and wouldn't mind joining in if the two ladies came back to the store sometime. Anne and Terry had spent the rest of the day going to a movie and relaxing at Anne's home. They slept together in the guest room.

"Can we just have some cereal and toast here?" Terry asked. 

"Of course!" Anne exclaimed. "I thought you might want to get out of here. Let's go down to the kitchen. You get the cereal ready. I'll put up a kettle to make some tea for you and coffee for me. They headed down to the kitchen and busied themselves preparing their breakfasts.

"Should I run outside and get the newspapers?" Terry asked.

Anne hesitated a moment.

"What is it?" Terry asked.

"Well, I'm wondering what the neighbors will think if they see you strolling down my driveway to pick up our newspapers. Most of them know Rob has been traveling a lot lately. They might start wondering who this lovely blonde is that's been sleeping at my house when my husband's away. Maybe I had better get the papers. Or am I just being paranoid?"

"Anne, you have to be comfortable with all of this. This must be a lot harder for you to manage then for me. This isn't my first love affair, I'm sure you know that. And I've always only been with women, as I'm also sure you already know. For you it's all different. You're married, so I'm 'the other woman', so to speak. You have to balance me with your relationship with Rob. And, your extra marital affair being with your first woman is kind of a big thing, too. I get it, really. Don't worry. Go get the newspapers. I'll take care of the tea kettle."

Anne kissed Terry in appreciation for how completely Terry understood everything going through Anne's head.

As they were finishing up breakfast, Terry asked "How about stopping by my studio at the school? I have some things to pick up and I could show you some of the things we're working on."

"I'd love to!" Anne said with more exuberance then Terry had expected. "Let's just put these dishes in the dishwasher. I can put our drinks into travel cups, and we can get going."

Together, they went into the garage, got into Anne's car, and headed out to the University campus in Evanston. It was only a ten minute drive, and Terry directed Anne to a faculty parking garage.

The women made their way to Terry's classroom studio on the top floor of Bailer Hall, the Art School's main building. Terry unlocked the door, allowing Anne to enter first. The studio was a large rectangular room, with a high ceiling;oversized windows filled the wall opposite the door. Drawing tables and easels were scattered about the room. Paintings, collages, and pencil sketches covered most of the free wall space. Even with the overhead lights off, the room was filled with light pouring in from the windows. 

"Wow, what a studio," Anne said. "The school must really like you to give you this much space." 

"Nah, I just got lucky," Terry said. But Anne did not believe her. Terry must be either a really skilled artist the school wanted to retain or a terrific teacher in high demand by the students. Either way, Anne was impressed and proud of her friend.

Anne started walking around the room looking at the art on the walls. There was a wide range of styles, techniques and subjects: still lifes with fruits, bottles, chairs, flowers and jewelry; discrete and not-so-discrete nudes; portraits and landscapes. A little bit of everything typical for a class in two-dimensional art.

"Did you do all of this?" Anne asked.

Terry laughed, "No, almost none of it. When a student does something that I like, I ask them to let me display it. I might only be interested in one aspect of the work, the way they shadowed a face, or the way they solved a problem in perspective. But I keep it as a demonstration to other students. And in the meantime, I've ended up with quite a collection. The students who did a few of these pictures are now moving up in the art world. Who knows, maybe someday I can retire on the value of my collection!" Terry's smile as she said this made it clear that these pictures were for her own enjoyment and teaching; not for financial gain.

"Here, let me show you some things I was working on over the weekend." Terry escorted Anne over to an easel holding an unfinished painting set up at the back of the room. The painting showed a small lake with trees overhanging the banks. The impressionist style smoothed out and softened the boundaries between the different elements of water, land, trees and sky. On the near shore was a person laying on a blanket; a picnic basket nearby. Standing in the shallow water, was a young woman; one naked breast revealed in profile above the water line. The woman was reaching out to her companion on the shore. She was either signaling for her companion to join her in the water, or perhaps, waving goodbye.

"That's beautiful," Anne said, transfixed by the image. "Is the woman waving her friend in or saying goodbye?"

"What do you think?" Terry asked.

"I'm not sure. And is her friend a man or a woman?" Anne asked.

"I haven't decided yet. I want it to be a woman, but I want this painting to be approachable and I'm afraid I'll lose people if it's a woman."

"It should be a woman. Some people won't like it. So what? The romance is so obvious, people will love this painting."

"Thanks," Terry said as she gave Anne a kiss on the lips to show her complete appreciation for the compliment and encouragement to follow her desire. "Here let me show you the sketches I told you about." Terry took a small sketch pad from the nearby drawing table and opened it to the top page. The sketch showed Anne's face in three quarter profile, from a point-of-view to her left and just above her eyebrows. The sketch was very detailed, not hiding the small lines at the sides of her mouth or just under her eyelids. Anne was a pretty woman as this sketch fully reflected.

"Hmmm, do you think you could maybe erase those little lines around my eyes? Don't you think they make me look old?"

"I won't erase them," Terry said, and she kissed Anne on the lips again. "I love your eyes just the way they are." Then Terry flipped to the next page. Here was a drawing of two perfectly formed breasts, apparently from the same point-of-view as the first sketch. The tops of each breast were fully visible, the nipples fully erect, with the small bumps on the areolas perfectly captured, Anne thought she would feel them if she ran her finger over the paper.

"This is pretty," Anne said in a confessional sounding voice. "I hope that doesn't sound conceited considering who the model is. But it's not me that made this pretty sketch, it's you."

"Yes, but you were my inspiration." Despite how corny Terry knew that sounded, she said it with complete sincerity. And Anne responded with a self conscious smile. "I had to draw these just from memory," Terry continued. "And I was practicing a technique I try to teach my students. I want them to commit details to memory and then try to capture the details a day or two later in their drawings. It's very difficult at first, but with practice you start to notice things and keep them in your mind for a long time. I guess I've gotten pretty good at it. Some of my students are really improving, too. Still, I prefer to draw models live." Terry let this last hang in the air for a moment.

"You mean right here? In the studio?" Anne said, her voice rising as she asked.

"Sure! Why not? You've tried out so many other new things lately, this will just be one more adventure. I can lock the door, put on some music; I might even have some white wine in the little mini fridge over there if 10:00 in the morning isn't too early for you. I'm pretty fast with sketches. Of course, if you wanted to sit for a painting; that would be good, too."

"Whoa, not so fast. What would you want me to do for the sketches?"

"Just sit there looking pretty."

"Naked?"

"Preferably, yes."

"No scarves carefully draped over my body hiding my secrets from the artist?"

"Why hide perfection?" Terry teased.

"I can do this. For you. Let's give it a try."

"Great! Great! You can go in the back room if you're too modest to undress in front of me," Terry grinned as she said this.

"Oh, I think I can handle that. Where do I hang up my clothes?"

"How about on that wooden coat tree over there? The one with my painter's smock on it?"

Terry put on a Motown hits CD. The upbeat tunes reflecting her own feelings of working with Anne as her model. When Anne had completely undressed, she took the painter's smock off the coat tree and closed herself in it. The smock was an old button down men's shirt, a hand-me-down from Terry's father. Terry usually wore it around the studio to protect her clothes when she was painting or teaching a painting class. On Anne, the shirt was long enough to be a short dress.

"Ooh, don't you look fetching in that outfit?" Terry teased.

"Thank you, my dear. Really, I didn't want to stroll around in here completely naked. When you're ready to start, I'll take off the shirt. Where do you want me?"

"Over there, on the taller stool," Terry said, pointing towards the middle of the room where two wooden stools were standing; one taller the other shorter. Anne walked over to the stool, lifter herself up on it, unbuttoned the shirt and dropped it onto a nearby table. Terry started sketching immediately.

Anne felt different sitting there. Terry had seen her naked before of course. But those times it was the both women mutually discovering each other's bodies or in the heat of passion. This was different. This time, Terry was looking at Anne with an artist eye, studying her body for details and form and depth. Anne felt much more exposed here than at any other time in their relationship. And if felt good. Very good. Anne liked having another woman's attention focused solely on her body. She knew it was crazy, but there was a pure sensuality about having Terry watching her. Anne's body started to respond almost as if Terry were in physical contact with her. Her nipples had hardened almost immediately after she taken off the smock; but now she started to feel her pussy moisten from her pleasure. She was surprised by this. She needed to share this feeling with Terry. Anne lifted her feet onto the shorter stool and then spread her knees wide.

Terry had started sketching immediately. She wanted to capture several different poses so she worked quickly, planning to fill in minor details later. Terry captured Anne's initial pose, feet on the middle rung of the wooden stool, knees demurely pressed together, body slightly leaning back, small breasts perfectly rounded as they always were. Small areolas and pert nipples. Terry just outlined Anne's face and head to get the position correct; she could easily fill in the details from memory. As Anne lifted her legs, Terry flipped to the next page in her sketch book. Terry watched as Anne spread her legs and revealed her shiny wet pussy lips. Even when she wasn't aroused, Anne's inner lips were usually apparent. Now, as she became increasingly turned on, Anne's pussy opened up to Terry's delight. Terry wanted to focus her sketching on Anne's pussy. Terry quickly traced in the outlines of Anne's body and legs, allowing her to spend the most time on capturing the pure beauty between Anne's thighs. Terry was afraid she might be trying too hard to put onto paper how she was feeling. As she was finishing this drawing, Anne started moving her hand down between her thighs.

"Klonk, klonk, klonk." Terry almost jumped in the air at the loud banging sound. Anne was startled and quickly shifted on the stool to see where the noise had come from. It was the door. Someone was knocking at the door.

"Damn," Terry whispered to herself as her heart rate settled back to normal, Diana Ross and the Supremes were singing in the background. She tossed her sketchpad on the table and started walking over to the door, planning to shoo away whoever might be there. As Terry walked past Anne she said, "Why don't you put that smock back on. No sense giving who ever it is a free show."

Terry unlocked the door and peaked out; then, to Anne's surprise, she let door swing wide open. Standing in the doorway was a young woman, a good six inches shorter then Terry; straight brunette hair cut to just cover her ears; and a small smile just curling up the two sides of her mouth.

"Hi, Professor Andrews," said Julie. "I hope you don't mind. I heard the music so I figured you were in here. I thought I could spend a little while working on my painting if that's okay with you?"

"Julie!" Terry said. "Come on in."

Now Anne was almost flabbergasted. Here she was, sitting on a wooden stool, covered only by a long button down shirt. Dripping. And Terry invites in one of her students?

"I want you to meet someone special," Terry said to Julie. "I told you a little bit about her the other day. Julie, this is my friend Anne. Anne, this young lady is Julie, my star student I told you about last week."

Anne's head was still fuzzy, she couldn't place the name or the story. Terry helped her out.

"You remember. The lovely sketches I showed you the first day we met?"




Art Teacher Romance Ch. 05



Anne immediately remembered the three sketches. The first one, of a naked young man facing forward, his body leaning back in a woman's soft embrace, his cock captured in mid ejaculation. The second drawing, showing the back of the man's head with his face obviously being held just away from the woman's pussy. And the third sketch, of just the woman, immediately post orgasm, legs spread, and pussy dripping. That was the sketch that finally sent Anne into Terry's embrace. And this was the young lady whose artwork had helped bring Anne and Terry together.

"Wow, you are even prettier then Professor Andrews said," Julie blurted out. Anne blushed, as everyone laughed.

"Julie, I think with just the three of us, you can go back to calling me Terry." Julie shook her head in agreement.

"I think I could go for a little of that wine now, if you have it in the refrigerator," Anne said.

"I'll get it," Terry said. "How about you Julie? Would you like a glass?"

"I'm not old enough," Julie chuckled. "Not that I don't drink sometimes, but I'm only twenty. I don't want to get you in trouble if someone finds out. I'll take a diet coke if you have one, though."

"Only twenty," Anne said, shaking her head. "My son is twenty. I have daughter who's eighteen."

"I'm not changing my opinion just because you could be my mom," Julie said, "you're still gorgeous." As she was saying this, Julie had begun walking over to get her Diet Coke. She noticed the sketch pad on the table and stopped to look. "Oh. My. God. You really are gorgeous." Anne was flipping back and forth between the two sketches Terry had done. 

Anne's expression turned to shock. She hadn't really thought about any one else seeing the sketches. 

"Uh, oh," Julie groaned, noticing now that Anne was dressed only in Terry's smock. "I think I might have interrupted something here. Maybe I should go. I can work on my painting later or something. I'll let you two get back to it. I mean go back to your dripping. I mean. Maybe I should shut up and leave."

Terry was laughing now at Julie's reaction. Even Anne was smiling, taken in by the girl's demeanor. But the moment passed and Julie did not make a move for the exit. 

"Before I leave, have I shown you my newest sketch?" Julie asked, a devious note now entering her voice.

"Which sketch is that, Julie?" Terry asked.

"The assignment you gave us; to draw someone or something completely from memory." Julie took her sketch pad out of her portfolio case. Anne walked over to the table where Terry and Julie had been looking at the sketches of Anne. Julie flipped open her sketch pad to the first page.

Anne gasped.

Terry smiled.

The sketch showed a man fully engaged in licking a woman's pussy as it would look from the woman's point-of-view. In the foreground, the woman's breasts were clearly visible, delicate nipples pointing up. Belly slightly protruding, with slight creases showing how she was crunching forward to look. A straight line clearly delineating the top of her pubic hair. The man's closed eyes visible above the pubic hair. The tip of the clitoris peaking out from its hood, forced upward by the motion of the man's tongue.

Terry and Anne took all of this in. And at the same moment it occurred to both women that this had to be another one of Julie's self portraits. That's how she had captured this particular point-of-view. That's why she drew this picture completely from memory; she couldn't have done otherwise. Anne squeezed her thighs together; this new drawing had renewed her arousal. Terry just stood looking at the drawing, using her tongue to moisten her lips.

"Well, what do you think?" Julie asked.

"It's terrific," Anne whispered.

"Yes," said Terry, "you've done it again. I assume those eyes belong to your boyfriend?"

"Of course," Anne answered, with a lopsided grin on her face, "I think he was happy to help out." All three women laughed at that. "So what I'm thinking is I should sketch the two of you. Just like two or three sketches. I think it could be really sexy; two beautiful women together. Whataya say?"

Terry looked at Anne, raising both eyebrows in a 'it's up to you' look. "I don't think I can say no." Anne conceded. "Change the music to something a little softer, I'll lock the door again, and let's give it a try."

When everything was ready, Terry began to undress, first slipping off her tennis shoes and socks. As she stood up, Anne moved closer to help her. Anne was very turned on by the idea of giving Julie the full show. If she wanted sexy, Anne would give her sexy. So Anne began to unbutton Terry's shirt, slowly starting at the top button and casually opening each button down, spreading the shirt open following the last button. Terry was wearing a full cupped but fairly shear bra. The shadow of her nipples formed a large dark circle in the material of each breast. Anne decided to leave Terry's bra on for right now, and moved her attention down to Terry's jeans. Anne opened, with some effort, each of the five buttons on the fly, then pushing the jeans down Terry's legs. Terry stepped out of the bunched up pants at her feet, and Anne tossed them aside. Now Terry was clad only in the bra and beige bikini panties. The panties fit snuggly against her firm hips and butt, the crotch slightly creased by Terry's pussy lips pressing out. Anne stood now behind Terry, smoothing her hands down Terry's sides, then moving back up to gently caress her breasts through the thin fabric of the bra. Julie was sitting six feet away, sketching.

Anne knew what she wanted to do next, but her natural modesty caused her to hesitate. Taking a deep breath, she stepped between Terry and Julie and removed the smock she was wearing. Now standing fully naked in front of Julie for the first time, she felt a sense of release; she could do anything she wanted now. Anne stood there for a moment, reaching back with her right hand to grab and hold Terry's left hand. Julie was watching with an artist's eye and a voyeur's interest. She squirmed slightly in her seat, repositioning herself into a more comfortable position to support her sketch pad. As she made this adjustment, Anne saw that Julie's white panties were visible under her short skirt. From just six feet away, Anne could see the small wet spot forming in the center of Julie's crotch. Knowing that they were all into it now, Anne leaned back against Terry and tilted her head back and slightly sideways. Terry, taking her cue, leaned her head in slightly and began kissing Anne on the lips, holding the kiss for several moments, before releasing her lips and starting all over again. Next Terry moved her hands under Anne's arms, and up to her breasts. Terry, being slightly taller and broader then Anne framed Anne's body perfectly. Terry took each of Anne's breasts into her hands. She was able to completely cup the small mounds in each hand. 

Leaving one hand on Anne's left breast, Terry moved her right hand down along Anne's belly. First caressing her belly, then moving down to run her fingers lovingly though Anne's smooth, dark pubic hair. Anne broke the kiss to grab a deep breath, which she was unable to hold because of her mounting excitement. Anne caught a quick look at Julie who was facing the two lovers, her legs now fully spread apart; her panties completely soaked through; but still hard at work on her sketches. 

Terry moved her hands down further, pressing her long middle finger inside Anne's inviting pussy. Anne was dripping, her inner lips fully engorged, opened up like a rose in full blossom. Terry pushed her finger in deeper, then stroked it pack and forth a few times. With her fingers slippery and wet, Terry moved her attention back up to Anne's clitoris. Terry knew how close Anne was to coming, it wouldn't take much to take her over the cliff. And that's exactly what Terry did. Terry pressed against the folds of soft skin surrounding Anne's clit with three firm strokes of her middle and index fingers. This was what Anne needed. Her thigh muscles contracted, almost causing her knees to buckle under her, then her butt tightened into a firm knot and finally the sharp electric current exploded out from the center of her clitoris down deep into her pussy, causing a series of intense contractions, squeezing a few drops of pussy juice onto her inner thighs. Anne's head rested back against Terry's right shoulder as she tried to regain her breath. After several minutes of resting she was finally able to lift her head and smile.

Anne stood up, her legs still a little bit wobbly, and turned to face Terry. Anne reached up and unclasped the hook holding Terry's bra cups together. As Anne removed the bra, Terry breasts shifted under their own weight, the rounded bottoms pulling down against the taught dark nipples. Next Anne pulled down Terry's panties and set them aside along with the bra. Terry now sat down in the taller stool, leaning back slightly, enjoying the press of Anne's hands against her breasts. Anne pulled the shorter stool in closer to Terry, so that as Anne sat on it, she was sitting positioned between Terry's thighs, with her head right in front of Terry's breasts. Julie watched Anne setting up the scene. Then Julie went back to her sketching, stopping occasionally to take a deep breath.

Anne moved her lips to Terry's right breast, using just the tip of her tongue to lightly flick the end of Terry's nipple. Terry's body shuddered slightly in response. Anne only did this one more time, knowing that more wasn't always better. With her right hand Anne rubbed Terry's left calf muscle. Then she moved her attention further down to give Terry's soles and instep a deep massage, spreading Terry's thighs wider apart as she serviced each foot, sending conflicting signals through Terry's body: the relaxation of the massage and the excitement of the cool air caressing her over heated pussy.

Terry marveled at how, at that moment, all of her energy seemed to be focused in her crotch. Anne sensing Terry's desire, moved her head down towards Terry's lap. Terry placed her hands lightly on the back of Anne's head. Anne pressed in with the flat of her tongue, starting at Terry's perineum, and moving upwards through her small inner lips, pushing slightly against the bottom of Terry's clit before diverting to the side. Terry purred with pleasure. Anne returned for the same motion, but this time stayed longer at the entrance to Terry's pussy, dipping her tongue in deeply. Anne longed for that spicy sweet flavor her ever since the first time she tasted Terry's pussy.

Anne was new to making love to a woman, but she was a quick learner. Indeed, she had surprised Terry two or three times already. From her position on the stool, Terry could watch Anne's efforts as well as Julie's. Terry knew that Julie was off limits, but she still enjoyed watching the young woman's struggle with her own sensuality. Julie still had her sketch pencil in her right hand, but her left hand was actively exploring inside her panties. Between the pleasures of Anne's tongue and watching Julie play with herself, Terry knew that she would not last much longer.

Anne began using her fingers to caress Terry's anus, not inserting her finger inside, but just rubbing up and down, applying pressure as she went along. This sensation was a similar to that of the morning's shower, but otherwise new for Terry. With the lubrication from her pussy dripping onto Anne's fingers, Terry soon felt the slightest penetration as Anne's index finger traced its path. All of these sensations crashing together rapidly drove Terry to a climax causing her to cry out in pleasure. Terry's ass squeezed tight on the tip of Anne's finger which at that moment was just pressing in; at the same time Terry's pussy pulsated around Anne's tongue. Terry's muscles relaxed, but she held Anne's face in close to her crotch, not wanting any easing of the source of this pleasure. Anne continued to lick Terry's cunt, but stopped rubbing her anus. With her other hand, Anne reached overhead and massaged Terry's pubic bone, while rubbing her nose up against Terry's clit. This, too, had the desired effect: Terry arched her back and let out a low, uncontrolled moan as her second orgasm rolled through her body. She released Anne's head, sure she could not handle anything more.

Anne continued to run her fingers gently through Terry's soft, wispy pubic hair. She meant this to sooth, not excite. Terry opened her eyes and smiled down at Anne.

"Ahhh, uuhh, uhhh!" 

Terry looked up and Anne turned around to see Julie. They had forgotten her in their moment of passion and the bonding that followed. Julie's fingers were clearly outlined in her panties, stroking her clitoris with the palm of her hand, while her index finger was obviously penetrating her dripping cunt. All of this was covered by the white fabric, but there was no question of the results. With one last shutter, Julies knees flexed upward expanding her crotch to a full palm's width, as her hand slid down to fully cover her pussy. Then slowly, Julie returned her limbs to a more natural position, not quite lady like, but still more settled. She left her hand in her crotch though the completion of the song playing on the CD. Then Julie opened her eyes, removed her hand from her panties, sat up straight and smiled at the two naked women staring at her with awestruck looks on their faces.

"With all of that," Terry began, "I hope you managed to get in some drawing young lady."

Julie smiled in response. "I did. Three. I better go wash up a bit and then we can take a look."

Anne and Terry got dressed while Julie went over to the sink to wash up. Very quickly all three were back at the drawing table, sipping wine and Diet Cokes. Someone walking in at that moment would assume that a conference of some sort was in progress; unless they happened to notice the intoxicating smell of sex floating around the room.

Julie showed her new sketches. The first was of Terry, standing in her bra and panties, Anne's hands caressing her breasts. Unlike earlier sketches, these clearly showed Terry's face, although Anne's were hidden in shadows. Anne couldn't take her eyes off the Terry's image. Next came the drawing of Anne, leaning back against Terry, legs spread wide, Terry's left hand covering her breast, the right hand stroking her crotch. Anne's head was tilted back, obscuring her face, while Terry's face was fully presented, intently focused on the pleasure she was giving.

The third and final drawing had Terry sitting on the stool, holding gently onto the back of Anne's head, allowing no separation between Anne's face and her own crotch. There was no doubt that Terry was cumming at the moment captured in this picture.

"You've done a marvelous job again," Terry said to Julie.

"Thanks!" Julie replied. She genuinely enjoyed receiving praise from her favorite teacher. "I think you had better keep these," she said to Terry. "Your face is pretty obvious, so you really should be in control of who gets to look."

"I hadn't thought about that, but I think your right. Thanks. Here sign them for me. When you're famous, these'll be priceless," Terry chuckled as she slid the pictures over for Julie's signature. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to give me the one you showed us earlier, the self portrait with your boyfriend? It would be a perfect addition to my classroom collection; a demonstration of the memory technique."

Julie wasn't sure if she was being teased, "I think I'd better hold on to that one. I don't think my boyfriend would be happy having his eyes peering out at your classroom like that."

Then Terry pulled the sketches of Anne out of her own sketch book. "This one, I keep," Terry said, referring to the drawing of Anne in her highly aroused state. "This one you should take," Terry said as she slid the demure nude drawing over to Anne, but not before adding her own signature to the bottom.

"What should I do with it," Anne asked a little bit confused.

"Give it to Rob," Terry immediately answered.

"My husband?" Anne asked.

"Tell him it's a present from me, your new art teacher friend. Tell him I wanted him to have it as a thank you."

"A 'thank you'?" Anne asked.

"A thank you sharing his lovely wife with me."

Anne leaned over and kissed Terry on the lips. Julie smiled and looked away, a little bit embarrassed. 



Art Teacher Romance Ch. 06



This is Chapter 6 of the Art Teacher Romance Series. You do not have to read the first five chapters to enjoy this Chapter, but I hope you will want to read them all.

Also, you might enjoy the "Art Class with Julie" series which appears in the Erotic Couplings section. Terry, one of the two main characters in this story, is first introduced in "Art Class with Julie Chapter 03." Other characters appearing here were first introduced in that series as well.

This story has some heterosexual activity, but it is primarily a Lesbian love story, hence the placement in this section

Comments and criticism is always welcome.




The night table lamps cast a soft evening light around the guest bedroom. Terry and Anne relaxed under the covers of the queen sized bed. As Terry rolled onto her left side, she gently draped her right arm across Anne's bare belly, rubbing her hand along Anne's soft hip.

"Those flowers are really beautiful," Anne said. "I can't believe you bought them for me."

"I wanted to celebrate," Terry responded. "It's our anniversary. Well our one month anniversary. One month since we first started seeing each other." Terry used her fingertips to trace Anne's belly button.

"Hmmm, I love when you do that." Anne purred. "You really didn't have to bring me anything. It's been a long time since I got flowers. Rob hasn't done that for years." The mention of her husbands name left an awkward silence hanging in the room. Terry stopped caressing Anne's belly for a moment. "Sorry," Anne cut in, "I thought you were okay with us talking about Rob."

"No, no, that's okay. It just sort of caught me short. We've discussed this before. You're married. You love Rob. That's good. We'll work around it."

"So you're not jealous?" Anne asked cautiously.

"I'm a little jealous," Terry said. "I get to spend maybe two nights a week with you; Rob gets you the rest of the time. I know he was here first, and you're married, and you have two children in college, and all that. I just want to be able spend as much time with you as possible. We'll figure all of this out."

"So you can start rubbing my belly again?" Anne said with a questioning smile on her face.

"Sure," Terry said as she resumed her gentle caresses. "And I'll kiss your neck, and your ear, and whatever else my lips can find." And Terry did exactly as she said, making Anne squirm slightly as the kisses tickled her neck. Terry laid her head back on her pillow, giving Anne a moment to recover. Then Terry's hand started working its way up Anne's belly, to her breasts. Terry loved the way that Anne's small breasts fit neatly into her cupped hands. With Anne laying on her back her breasts flattened down even more then usual; only a slight mound remained for Terry's caress. Terry's hands caused Anne nipples to harden. Anne's eyes were closed allowing her to relax and absorb the pleasure of Terry's caress.

"I want to ask you a question," Terry said.

"Hmmm?" was all the response Anne could muster.

"Was Rob your first?"

"My first what?" Anne asked in a languid voice. Terry's hand had settled into a gentle circular massage of Anne's left breast; small ripples of pleasure radiated through Anne's body.

"Your first lover. Did you have sex with anyone before Rob?" Terry's asked in a gentle voice.

"No. He was the second guy I had sex with. We met sophomore year in college, down in Champagne, at the University of Illinois. We were in an English Literature class together. He was very cute and sweet."

"So what happened?"

"He asked me out on a date. To a movie. 'The Big Chill.' He was such a gentleman. He wouldn't even kiss me until our third date. Two weeks later, his roommate went out of town for the weekend, and I spent the night with Rob." 

Terry moved her hand down to Anne's pubic hair and began gently combing her fingers through the dark brown patch.

"But he wasn't my first. That was Steve, a guy I knew in high school. We were seniors and had been dating for six months. I think kids today start having sex a little younger then when I was in High School. We were both eighteen by the time we started dating. We would kiss in the front seat of his car, or during a move in the theater. Pretty soon, I let him touch my breasts. It seemed so erotic the first time he did that." Anne sighed at the memory, while Terry smiled at the image of the two young lovers first explorations.

Anne continued, "I remember how proud he was of himself when he figured out how to unsnap my bra. It took him five minutes and both hands and he practically rubbed my back raw, but he finally got it." Anne and Terry laughed. "Then, of course, I let him slip his hand down my jeans. Wow, that was something; having someone else touch me down there. Even if he had no idea what he was doing, it still felt wonderful. While he had his hands on me, I kind of started rubbing him through his jeans. So he's getting pretty excited and I have no idea what I'm doing, but just kind of rubbing my hand on this big bulge in his jeans and all of a sudden he let's out a little scream and his whole body stiffens up and then he sort of collapses. I thought I had killed him or something."

"You made him cum just by rubbing his cock through his jeans?"

"Uhmm, well, I'm not sure I would have said it exactly like that, but I guess that's basically what happened." 

Anne was clearly enjoying retelling this story. Terry moved her fingers down to Anne's wet slit. Terry wasn't sure if it was her caresses or recounting past experiences that had Anne so turned on. It didn't really matter to Terry at that moment.

"We sort of repeated that same sequence a few more times. He'd pop off my bra. I'd let him into my panties. A little rubbing and boom. Eventually, I decided I wanted to try a little more. One evening, we were sitting in his car, working our way along, and I unsnapped his pants and pulled them down. He was a little surprised but very aroused."

"Oh come on Anne," Terry teased. "You're being coy again. He had a hard-on. A boner. His cock was hard as a rock. You can say it." Terry had stopped everything else for the moment. She enjoyed teasing Anne about her modest vocabulary. Then she went back to running her fingers up and down Anne's slit.

"Right. What you said," Anne smirked as she said it. "Anyway, I started stroking him. This might have been the first time anyone else had ever touched his...cock," Anne said this in an exaggerated voice, "like that. It didn't take more then a few times up and down. He leaned back and sort of thrust his hips up. Next thing I knew, he's ejaculating all over the place. There's white stuff shooting out of him, getting on my breasts, in my hair, on the steering wheel. Everywhere."

Terry inserted her middle finger into Anne's pussy, stroking upwards, feeling the ridges of her g-spot. Anne's breathing was becoming a little more labored as she continued telling her story.

"Mmmm, keep doing that. It took a while to clean ourselves up and I was a little more careful how I handled him after that. Then on graduation night, we went out with a bunch of friends. Mostly couples but a few singles. After desert at a local diner, the two of us went for a drive. We parked. I don't think anything was really said between us, we both knew what we were going to do. We climbed into the back seat of the car. He unbuttoned my shirt and took off my bra. Next thing I knew my pants were off and he was pulling down my panties. I had to help him, but only a little bit. By then I was pretty expert at getting him out of his pants, not that he gave any resistance. I think I was pretty excited about it; I was certainly wet enough. He didn't have any trouble entering me. I guess I had expected it to be painful, but it wasn't. He slid right in. We were pretty dumb, we didn't use condoms or anything like that. He was on top of me, I remember that. We didn't really know what to do after he was inside me."

As Anne continued to talk, Terry continued stoking inside Anne's pussy, then pressing down on Anne's pubic bone with the heal of her hand. Anne started wriggling her hips, pushing up against Terry's hand. Terry gave one more firm stroke with her finger sending Anne over the top. Anne's toes curled tight, her knees squeezed together as all of her muscles responded to the orgasm crashing through her body. She pressed her head back firmly against the pillow, arching her back upwards as one final wave of pleasure took hold of her. And then she relaxed back onto the bed, Terry's hand still resting on her crotch, one finger still insider of her. 

When Anne's breathing returned to normal, Terry asked "Well what happened?"

Anne looked at her with a slightly confused look on her face, "You made me cum."

Terry laughed, "No silly, not that. What happened with the high school boyfriend?"

"Nature sort of took over," Anne said. She took Terry's hand out from between her thighs. "He started pumping in and out of me." Anne moved Terry's fingers to her lips. "In," Anne sucked in on Terry's middle finger, still coated with the liquid from her pussy. "And out," Anne pulled Terry's finger out against the suction of her mouth. Terry gasped at the sensation. "That was about it. He didn't last very long that first time. I didn't have an orgasm or anything like that. But it was good. I really liked Steve. We stayed together until just before we both went off to college."

Terry snuggled up against Anne's neck, breathing in a deep and refreshing breath. "That's a good story. Thanks for telling me."

"Not so fast young lady," Anne said, turning on her side to look at Terry. "I told you my first time story. What about you? Did you ever have sex with a man? What was your first time like?"

"Busted!" Terry exclaimed. "I guess I can't hide on this one. And the answer to your question is no, I have never had sex with a man. I was never interested. When you were like fifteen years old, did you ever practice kissing with your girl friends?"

"Sure, I think a lot of girls do that. We would kiss and talk about some hot senior or a football player and how we would kiss them if we ever got the chance."

"Uh, huh. I did the same thing. But it was different for me. While we were always talking about some guy, I was thinking about how I really wanted to keep kissing the girl I was with; or maybe one of the cheerleaders." Anne laughed out loud hearing about the cheer leader. "I was lucky, it never really bothered me that I wasn't interested in boys. I was always pretty confident in myself, so that must have helped."

"But didn't any of your friends say anything? I'm sure you were as pretty in high school as you are today. Didn't people talk?"

"Not really. I had a friend, Sean. Today I know for sure that he's gay. Back then, we didn't really talk about it. He and I would go to dances or out with friends as a couple. He wasn't trying to get into my pants and I never asked him to kiss me. I guess we sort of protected each other. It wasn't until my freshman year in college that I figure things out about myself."

Now Anne decided to repay the pleasures that Terry had given to her. Both women were lying on their sides, facing each other. Anne ran her left hand along Terry's arm, the small blonde hairs tickling her as she went along. When she reached Terry's hand, she gave a small squeeze of her fingers.

"I want to hear this, so don't stop just because I look busy," Anne instructed, as she squirmed her way down slightly on the bed. Anne's lips were now perfectly aligned with the nipple of Terry's right breast. Terry's breasts were quite a bit larger then Anne's and lying on her side helped exaggerate their size. Anne ran her tongue around Terry's large areolas. Terry's nipple hardened in response to the stimulation.

"Hmmm; okay. Freshman year. I was at an off campus party with a bunch of my art school friends; some of the senior girls were hosting at their apartment. I was talking with one of the hostesses, Kyle. She was pretty; long red hair, a pointy little nose, green eyes, thin as a rail. I was sitting down and she was leaning over me. The neckline of her dress sort of draped open in front of me. I guess I was staring at her tits while we were talking. They were really cute; pale white with very long, dark red nipples."

Hearing this, Anne suckled on Terry's nipple for a few seconds. Terry moaned in response. Anne left Terry's nipple and simply pressed the side of her face up against Terry's chest. But with her left hand, Anne began firmly massaging Terry's butt.

"We were probably both a little bit drunk." Terry continued her story, losing track for a moment of where she was. "I think Kyle knew I was staring at her tits. Pretty soon, she's sitting next to me on the couch asking me about boy friends. We said I thought boy friends were kind of a drag. Then Kyle leaned over and kissed me on the lips. Right there. On the couch. At a party. With our friends all around. I guess because this was an artsy group, it wasn't that big of a deal, but it seemed kind of strange to me. I didn't resist. Staring at Kyles breasts like I had been sort of loosened me up. I didn't want it to stop. Kyle was wearing a short dress. I remember that very well. We were kissing, her tongue was all over mine. Then Kyle took my hand and put it under her skirt. She wasn't wearing panties or anything. My hand was right on her pussy. I'd never touched another girl like that. And she was very wet."

Terry was very wet too as Anne soon discovered. Anne rolled Terry back so that she way laying flat on the bed. Anne quickly walked the four fingers of her left hand along the length of Terry's torso, from neck to crotch, ending with one finger sliding easily between Terry's pussy lips. But Anne wanted to prolong Terry's excitement so she quickly focused her attention in other areas. 

"Keep going, I want to hear how this turns out," Anne said as she sat up and moved down to Terry's feet. For each foot, Anne alternated between massaging the instep and nibbling on the big toe. This sent little shivers through Terry's body.

Terry recovered her thoughts and continued her story. "I rubbed Kyle's wet slit a few times and then she took my hand and licked my finger. I doubt I even knew where we were by that point. I guess Kyle decided that we should continue somewhere a little more private, because we stood up, she took my hand and led me into her bedroom.

"She didn't waste any time asking me about my experience or anything. Kyle pulled her dress up over her head and kicked off her shoes. She was beautiful. Thin, as I said. Her breasts were very small but with really big, dark, sort of puffy nipples that popped out from her pale skin. Her long red hair went down to her waist. She sat down on the bed and lifted her feet up. Her pussy was just glaring at me. I couldn't take my eyes off it. Her pubic hair was orange colored, almost like a carrot. And her pussy lips were very red, slick and enlarged from excitement. I had never done anything like it, but I wanted to taste her right then, but Kyle had other ideas.

"She told me to come closer, which I did. Then she removed my clothes, quickly, not seductively. She just wanted me naked. Standing in front of her, she started fingering my pussy. Another new experience for me. It didn't take long before she had me coming all over her hand."

Anne was listening to this as she continued the foot massage. Now Anne raised Terry's knees up slightly and spread her legs apart, making plenty of room for her to have easy access to Terry's crotch.

"Kyle knew what she wanted, though. She had me kneel down on the floor in front of her and held me by the back of my head, directing my face into her dripping pussy. I remember the taste even today. It filled my head with the taste of cinnamon and honey. She helped me as we went along, telling me where to place my tongue, when to lick, when to suck. She came probably five times that night."

Anne knew that Terry was ready, too. She pressed the tip of her tongue first deep into Terry's waiting pussy, licking out the smooth lubricants within. Anne loved the spicy sweet taste of Terry's pussy, it distracted her thoughts even when the two woman were apart. Anne next slid her tongue along the edges of Terry's inner pussy lips. Around and around, covering each spot twice. Stopping just below her pussy and flicking her tongue along the short expanse between Terry anus and pussy. Terry flinched at this sensation. Anne placed her fingers inside Terry's pussy and moved her tongue up near Terry's engorged clitoris. Anne lightly ran her tongue on either side of Terry's clit, while pressing in and out with her fingers. Anne felt Terry's pussy squeeze tight on her fingers as her orgasm took hold. Terry grabbed Anne by the back of her head and pressed her lips in firmly against her clitoris, rocking Anne's head from side to side to add more stimulation. Terry's thigh and stomach muscles contracted, pulling her up into a crunch position, pressing Anne harder against her crotch. Then, finally, Terry's body began to relax, releasing her grip on Anne. Anne moved up on the bed, lying face to face along side Terry. 

"Did I hurt you?" Terry asked, worried that she had been overly aggressive in her climax.

"No. I'm fine," Anne assured her. "What ever happened to Kyle?" Anne asked.

"Hmmm. Oh, right," Terry was having trouble focusing. "Kyle. We fooled around for a while. I don't think we were exactly lovers. It was mostly about the sex. She was a good teacher. But I didn't fall in love with her or anything like that. When it ended, it ended. No big deal."

"Are you still in touch with her?"

"No. I lost touch shortly after she graduated. Last I heard she was happily married and has two kids. She was living in Des Moines working as a graphic artist for one of the insurance companies. Even then I didn't think of her as a lesbian. She just liked having sex. Male, female, it didn't matter to her. I bet her husband has his hands full with her."

"I'd bet your right about that."

The two women lay next to each other, holding hands, heads lightly touching.

"Is Rob coming home tonight? I'd like to stay the night with you."

"Rob? No. I made sure he was away on a business trip today. It's our one month anniversary, remember?"



Art Teacher Romance Ch. 07



This is Chapter 7 of the Art Teacher Romance Series. I think this story benefits if you, the reader, know a little bit about the background of the two main characters, Terry and Anne. I recommend that you read at least one of the prior chapters; and I hope you will be inspired to read them all.

Also, you might enjoy the "Art Class with Julie" series which appears in the Erotic Couplings section. Terry, one of the two main characters in this story, is first introduced in "Art Class with Julie Chapter 03." Other characters appearing here were first introduced in that series as well.

Comments and criticism is always welcome.



The highway stretched out for miles ahead. The flat Illinois landscape was broken up only by farm houses, barns and silos. Puffy white clouds added depth to the blue sky. For all its beauty, the landscape did nothing to stir Terry from her melancholy mood. After two hours of driving, she finally hit the city limits. La Salle, Illinois; Terry's home town. Ten minutes after crossing the city line she was pulling her car into her father's driveway. The little house where she grew was situated on an acre of open land. She tried to visit her father every month, just to check up on him. But she also came back when she needed the feeling of home.

"Kitten!" John Andrews shouted when he saw Terry come into in the house. Terry's father, John, was a strapping big man, six foot five inches tall, topped off by thinning straw colored hair. He wore blue dungarees, a tan colored canvas shirt, and broken in work boots. This was how he dressed every day but Sunday. John Andrews was the only man Terry ever truly loved. Terry ran up to her dad, wrapped her arms around his big body and hugged him tight.

John had been calling Terry 'Kitten' pretty much all her life. Certainly as long as she could remember; probably even before her mother died when Terry was just three years old. Growing up after that it had always been just been Big John Andrews and his daughter Terry. She didn't allow anyone else to call her 'kitten;' not even her step mother, who John married after Terry left for college.

Terry had no secrets from her father; not about her life style and not about her friends. John knew that Terry wouldn't be bringing home a son for him. That wasn't Terry. John understood and simply wanted his daughter to be happy. But today he could tell she was not happy.

"Why the long face, Kitten" John asked holding his daughter at arms length to look intently into her eyes.

"Oh, Daddy," Terry whispered, as she slipped back into his arms, rested her head his against his chest, and started to cry. John held her tight, patting her back gently with his big bear claw hands. After two or three minutes of this, Terry settled down.

"Take yourself a minute, Kitten,' John said. "Go upstairs and wash your face, put on some comfy clothes. Then come back down here and tell me what has you so upset." 

Terry stood on her tippy toes, kissed her father's cheek, and ran upstairs. She went into her old bedroom. Her father had updated the room since she first left home for college fifteen years ago. It was still a girl's room, pink roses on the wall paper, lacey curtains covering the windows, but not a little girl's room anymore. It was still Terry's room. She took off her shirt and faded jeans, tossed them into the corner for later; a teenage habit that only reemerged when she was back at her father's house. She walked into the bathroom where she took off her bra and panties. She wanted to take a shower before talking to her father. He'd understand the delay.

She started the water in the tub to let it get hot and then turned the lever to shift the flow up to the shower, stepping into the bathtub just as the hot water started raining down. Terry let the warm water wash over her head, down her breasts, along her thighs; the warmth soaking into her emotionally exhausted body. She could feel her muscles loosening up; she realized that she had been clenching her back and shoulders together, maybe for the whole time she was driving from Chicago. As her whole body finally relaxed, Terry felt the intense urge to pee. Making sure the drain was open, she let go with a hot stream. Her pee merged into the water flowing down her belly and over the vee of her crotch; then swirled down into the drain.

Now fully relaxed, she took a step backward in the tub, allowing the force of the shower spray to pound against her pubic hair. The first ripples of pleasure soon radiated from her pussy. Not really thinking, but only moving as the need came over her, she used the middle finger of her right hand to lightly caress her inner pussy lips for a minute or so. The water from the shower continued to pound down on her as she slowly moved her finger up along the side of her clitoris. Terry leaned back, tilting her head back slightly, to allow the full force of the shower to come down on the hood protecting her delicate flower bud. She continued to stroke along side her clit, focusing all of the sensations on this one little point of pleasure. She felt her knees start to wiggle as the first waves of an orgasm began to course through her body. Terry quickened the motion of her hand, as she felt contractions in her sphincter and high up in her pussy. A small squeal of pleasure peeped out of her throat as she gasped for breath. When she was done, Terry stayed in the shower for three or more four minutes, regaining her composure. Then she got out, dressed and went back downstairs to talk to her father.

"Hey! Wait a minute, young lady," John bellowed as Terry came down the stairs. "That shirt was hanging up neatly in my closet the last time I looked!"

"Yep, that's exactly where I found it; hanging up in your closet," Terry answered, a smile fully taking over her pretty face. The first smile her father had seen from her this visit. For as long as she could remember, Terry was always the most comfortable when she could wrap herself up in one of her fathers big shirts.

"Oh, heck, its worth giving up a shirt just to see you smile. Now come on, Kitten, sit down on the couch and tell me what's got you so upset."

Terry knew she'd have to tell her father, well not exactly everything, but enough so he could see what she'd been through. And really, that's pretty much why she came for this visit. Her Daddy would understand her. Terry sat on the couch; John sat down next to her. Terry leaned her head against her father's shoulder.

"I've been seeing someone, Daddy," Terry began. "Her name is Anne." Terry explained how she and Anne had met three months earlier on the North Shore commuter train in Chicago; and how they lived in neighboring suburbs. "Anne is really wonderful. Pretty. Caring. I kind of fell for her right from the start. And you know, that hasn't really happened very much for me."

"I know, Kitten, you've always been kind of picky with your friends." John reached over and took his daughter's hand, comforting her with that simple gesture.

"Well, unfortunately, I don't always make the best choices. Anne is married to a guy she loves. They've been married for twenty two years. She's a little older then me, as you probably figured. She even has two kids in college. So I guess I should have known right from the start that getting involved with her was a big mistake. And it really was my mistake. I kind of pushed and she kind of let me and next thing I knew, well, you know." Terry could talk to her father about anything, but the details were never necessary. John knew what two people could do; it didn't matter their gender. That part wasn't important and he didn't need to hear it.

"I'd see Anne maybe two or three days a week, when her husband was in New York on business. He's in finance or something like that. So for two or three nights each week, I could be with her. The rest of the time, I'd work, or spend the weekends painting, getting ready for my gallery opening. The last three months have been really happy."

"I thought you seemed sort of flighty the last time you were here," John said, referring to Terry's visit on Easter weekend.

"Yep, that was pretty much right in the middle of everything."

"Well, I'm not sure how I feel about my daughter getting involved with someone who is married. What did you think would happen, Kitten?"

"I didn't really want to think about it, I guess," Terry said, accepting the mild rebuke from her father. "I knew that I couldn't see Anne all the time. But when we were together, I was so happy; I figured I could put up with it if I didn't think about it too much."

"But?" John asked.

"But, then I started to think about it."

Terry's thoughts drifted back to Wednesday, just two days ago. She had arrived at Anne's house at 5:30. Terry had stopped off at the supermarket to pick up two fish fillets and some vegetables for their dinner. Anne was waiting for her; she had already poured two glasses of chilled white wine and had a soft jazz mix playing on the stereo. As had become their custom, Terry and Anne split the cooking chores; Terry prepared the fish while Anne made the salad. Both women enjoyed the closeness that came from working in a kitchen together. When dinner was ready, they sat side-by-side at the counter and began to eat.

"How was class today?" Anne asked.

"Pretty good," Terry answered as she cut into her fillet. "We've started working on painting complex geometries; arches with Roman columns, soccer balls flying into goals. It sounds easy, but the shading and perspective always catch the students. They need the practice and an occasional correction from me. So it's not that exciting, but technically demanding. Some of the kids get it, some of them don't."

"What about Julie, is she in that class?"

"Uh, huh," Terry smiled. "Why? Do you want me to invite her over so she can do a painting of the two of us? That could make for some interesting geometries. Maybe something a little indecent? Or a lot indecent? She could do something with me burying my tongue into your dripping pussy. Or maybe us going down on each other, sort of a sixty nine kind of thing." Terry popped a piece of fish into her mouth.

Anne laughed even though Terry was being a lot more crude then Anne was usually comfortable with. "Stop it. You're terrible. I was just asking about her. She's a very nice young woman."

"Yep, with a very nice boyfriend. Lucky guy if you ask me." Terry leered at Anne while she said this.

"You wouldn't touch her, would you?"

"I've thought about that. I don't think so; certainly not while she's my student. That's just wrong. And she's a lot younger then me, too."

"Hey wait a minute," Anne interrupted. "Julie's only ten years younger then you. You're twelve years younger then me. Am I robbing the cradle?"

"Sure you are. Keep up the good work." Both women giggled at the joke.

"So, what are you doing this weekend?" Terry asked as she took another sip of wine.

"Well, on Friday, Rob and I are going out for an anniversary dinner. Twenty two years; I can't believe it's been so long. We're going to the Country Club. Sylvia and her husband are treating us. You remember Sylvia?"

"Red hair; great tits but fake, cute ass, likes you to watch her in the steam room? I remember her."

"She doesn't like me to watch her; that just happened. But I guess you got all the rest of it right. Anyway, that's Friday night. Then during the weekend we have to pick up our daughter. Her finals are over tomorrow, and we promised to drive out to bring her home. So that's Saturday driving out there and Sunday driving back."

"So she'll be home all summer?" Terry asked, a concerned note in her voice.

"Sure. Schools over; she'll be home." Anne said finishing off the last drops of wine in her glass and then refilling it half way. Terry and Anne finished their meal in relative quiet, only the background jazz music filling the silence. When they finished, Anne washed the dishes and Terry dried.

"Come on, let's watch some television before we head up to bed," Anne suggested as they both moved over to the large sofa facing the television.

"Anne, before you turn on the TV we need to talk."

"Sure; what about?"

"Well don't you see. Your daughter's coming home. Tonight I'm going to sleep with you in your guest room, the same as we've done every Tuesday and Wednesday night for the last three months. But your daughter's coming home. We can't keep doing this. I certainly can't be here with you when she's around. And you've been married for twenty two years. Anne what have I done to you? I know you love your husband. You've told me that. What if he finds out about us? I don't want to be a home breaker. I don't want to be responsible for breaking up your marriage. I'd hate myself if I ruined your children's home. We've got to stop this."

"Wait. Wait. Wait. You're going too fast for me. Even when my daughter is home, I could still stop by your house sometimes."

"What? For a little afternoon nookie?" Terry said with just a touch of spite in her voice. "Now you're not being fair to me. I like being with you. It's not just about the sex for me."

"Terry, you're scaring me a little."

"I'm sorry Anne. I'm kind of scared too."

"I've been living in the moment with you. I figured we could just keep being together like we've been." Anne said.

"I'm not sure I've been much better about this."

"Terry, I don't want to lose you." Anne said; the first sign of a tear started to form in her right eye.

"You aren't. You won't. That's not what I want either. But I think we have to break this up."

"Break it up?"

"Us. I think we have to stop sleeping together. I mean making love. We can't have that kind of relationship" Terry said with a crack in her voice.

"Will we be able to have any other kind of relationship?" Anne asked. Tears were streaming down both cheeks.

"I don't know. I'm willing to try. I want to try. I don't want to lose you as my friend."

"Oh, Terry," Anne whispered as she pressed her face against Terry's shoulder. Terry rubbed Anne's back to calm her down.

"Look, Anne. Everything's going to change. We'll have to work a little harder at being friends and not jumping into bed with each other. That's the relationship you have with most of your friends. You don't go down on Sylvia every time you're in the locker room together?" Terry said, with a silly tone to her voice. "Okay, maybe that was a bad example. But you know what I mean. We can do it."

"I want to try." Anne said through a series of sniffles.

"The one good thing is, we don't have to start until tomorrow. Tonight, I get to treat you like a queen" Terry proclaimed, bringing a big grin to Anne's face.

Terry stood and helped Anne get up from the couch. Television would wait for another day. Holding hands, the two women made their way upstairs to the guest bedroom. Their bedroom. As they entered, Terry grabbed Anne around the waist and pulled her in close. Terry kissed Anne with hard pressed lips, slipping her tongue into Anne's mouth. Terry rubbed her hands firmly against Anne's back, the strong grasp pressing both women's breasts tight against each other. Terry slid both of her hands down to Anne's butt, squeezing her cheeks in a firm grip. Anne responded by mashing her crotch against Terry's.

Terry released her grip so she could undress Anne. Terry started with her blouse buttons and then pulled the opened shirt off of Anne. Next, Terry released the hook on Anne's skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. Anne kicked off her shoes at the same time she stepped out of the skirt bunched up at her ankles. Anne stood in front of Terry in just a light purple sheer bra and matching bikini brief panties. Terry pulled the stretch fabric bra up over Anne's head, releasing her small, firm breasts. To Terry, Anne had the best breasts of any lover she had ever had. With Anne standing in front of her, Terry could perfectly cup each breast in a hand. Anne's nipples were slowly hardening under Terry's attention. When they were fully erect, Terry bent down and lightly licked each nipple, sucking them into her mouth one at a time.

Terry directed Anne over to the bed. "Lie down," Terry said as she pulled the covers back While Anne got comfortable, Terry quickly got undressed. Her own light weight denim shirt was held closed by a row of snaps, which quickly popped open. She dropped her jeans with the flick of her hand and kicked off her tennis shoes nearly as quickly. Reaching back, she unsnapped her bra, tossing it to the side. Her breasts were larger then Anne's but not huge. The nipples and areolas colored a large section of the front of each breast. Terry put her fingers in the sides of her thong underwear and pulled them down. She stood alongside Anne fully naked. 

Anne lay in the bed, head resting comfortably on the pillow. She felt excited but slightly worn down. The discussion with Terry about breaking up their relationship had dampened her spirit, much the way that a good blues song can change your mood from giddy to mellow before it plays through. 

Terry began gently rubbing her hands on Anne's breasts. She made sure to move her hands all around, not spending more or less time on a nipple, or the soft undersides. Just smooth, consistent stroking. Next Terry lay down on the bed next to Anne. Using just the tip of her tongue, Terry outlined the edges of Anne's right ear, tickling the little hairs along the way. Anne sighed with pleasure. 

Terry continued using just her tongue to connect with Anne, moving down to the crease above Anne's arm pit. The soft, delicate skin there served a double pleasure: for Anne the stroking sensation sent pleasant ripples through her body; for Terry the light musky smell caused her own pussy to swell. Terry did not linger, though, moving back to flick her tongue again across Anne's nipples; first the right side, then the left. With Anne now fully aroused, Terry used her left hand to gently stroke Anne's wet pussy. Terry first pressed down on Anne's pubic bone, moving her hand in a circular motion to spread the sensation. Using the same hand, she ran her middle finger up and down through Anne's extended inner pussy lips. They parted easily, allowing Terry access to her intensly lubricated hole. Terry penetrated Anne with the full length of her middle finger, stroking up as she did so, then pulling her finger out. Terry repeated this same motion several times as Anne began to moan with pleasure. Soon, Anne was pushing her pelvis up to meet Terry's hand. Terry simply left her hand pressed against Anne, her finger deep inside, rubbing back and forth. Anne came quickly, squeezing her thighs together against Terry fingers before settling back down against the sheets.

Terry was not finished. As this was to be their last time together as lovers, Terry wanted to prolong their love making for as long as possible. Terry rolled on top of Anne, sliding her right thigh between both of Anne's thighs. When Terry turned slightly to the side, the two women's pussies were essentially rubbing against each other. Terry and Anne used this position frequently as it provided a balanced experience in their limited love making opportunities. Rubbing back and forth, Terry felt her own pleasure rising. She pressed her hips down against Anne. For her part, Anne grabbed Terry's ass and pulled the two of them tightly together. Anne began grinding her hips against Terry, magnifying the pleasure for both women. Terry felt her own pussy swelling with pleasure. She was very close to cumming. With her hands still holding onto Terry's ass, Anne slipped her middle finger down to wet it in the lubrication seeping from Terry's pussy. Then she slowly pressed it into Terry's anus, just up to the second joint. The sensation was far beyond Terry's expectations. Her sphincter clamped tight on Anne's finger, while her abdominal muscles contracted and pushed downward. Terry was sure she saw stars shooting in her eyelids as her orgasm rolled through her body. Anne's second orgasm followed quickly after feeling the extreme reaction of Terry's body.




Art Teacher Romance Ch. 07



Terry took a moment to catch her breath and regain her orientation. Then she slid down Anne's body to position herself between Anne's legs. Terry always loved going down on a woman. During the last three months with Anne, Terry had realized that she tasted special; sweeter, somehow, than most of the women Terry had been with. She longed for the flavor of Anne's juices and wondered whether she would be able to fully withdraw from this particular pleasure. For tonight, though, she had one clear chance to savor Anne's delights. And that's what Terry did. Keeping Anne constantly on the edge of arousal, Terry slowly and gently licked her way up and down Anne's delicate pussy. She spent time caressing the space between Anne's pussy and anus. She inserted her tongue deep inside of Anne's welcoming pussy; lapping in and out to fully taste her sweet flavor. Terry rubbed her nose gently against the side of Anne's clitoris, tickling it while filling Terry with the pleasurable aromas. When Terry felt Anne's pussy start to pulsate, she knew it was time to bring things to a climax. Terry put two fingers inside of Anne's pussy and pressed up, forcing her clitoris to slightly extend beyond its hood. With just the tip of her tongue, Terry stroked the head of Anne's clit twice. It was almost too much for Anne's over excited body, but rather then cause pain, Anne felt electric jolts shooting out from her crotch. She grabbed Terry's head and pressed her face in tightly to her pussy. Terry was able to taste the final drops of cum oozing out of Anne. Anne collapsed with exhaustion, her eyes closed, her breathing becoming slow and rhythmic. Anne had fallen into a deep sleep. Terry wondered what to do; whether to stay until morning or leave now and avoid the difficult goodbye.

In the morning, Terry was sleeping soundly alongside Anne as the sun began to light up the room. Both women woke at nearly the same time, each feeling a pang of self conscience at being in bed with the person who was no longer her lover. With very little discussion, they got out of bed and began their morning routine getting ready for the day. Downstairs at breakfast, they were both very quiet. Terry looked over at Anne and saw tears rolling down her cheek. Terry put her toast down on the plate and reached over to hold Anne's hand.

"We'll still be friends Anne," Terry said in a quiet soothing voice. "I know that sounds like the oldest cliché in the book, but it's different between women. A guy says it to make himself feel better about splitting. Women really want it to be so. But it'll have to be like any other friendship, it's going to take some work. We'll have to schedule times to see each other; downtown at the Art Institute, lunch at the diner, we can go shopping together." Terry's voice cracked slightly. "I think I'd better get going. My class starts in an hour and I've got some prep work to do."

"Can I kiss you the next time I see you?" Anne asked.

"Sure! But no tongue," Terry teased. "Seriously, that's one of the great things about being a woman, we can hold hands in public or give each other a kiss, and no one is going to even notice."

Anne gave a weak smile at Terry's attempt to cheer her up.

"I've gotta go," Terry said as she stood up from the table. She leaned over and gave Anne a chaste kiss on the cheek, marking the final break in their relationship. Without looking back, Terry picked up her back pack, swung it over her shoulder, and walked out the door. As the door shut behind her, Terry found herself gulping for breath, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Don't cry."

Terry shook her head. It was her father's voice. Terry realized that she was sitting on the sofa, resting in her father's arms, crying on his shoulder. She tried to clear her head. She had just finished telling her father the outline of her break up with Anne. Not everything, of course, he wouldn't want to hear that. But enough for him to know what she was going through.

"Kitten, I'm so sorry. I know how much this must have hurt. You did the right thing; you couldn't risk getting in the way of Anne and her family. It wouldn't be fair to them, to Anne or to you. She sounds like a wonderful person and a good friend. I hope you can keep her friendship."

"Thanks, Dad. That's what I want to do too."

"Look, Terry, you've had a long day, what with class and then driving down here. Its Friday night, what-a-ya say your old man buys you dinner? There's a new Red Lobster place that opened up by the Interstate. It's supposed to be pretty good."

"Sure Dad. That would be nice. Can I go dressed like this?"

"In my old shirt? Sure. Come on, let's go. I'm hungry." John helped Terry up from the sofa and off they went to dinner.

Later that evening, while Terry was getting ready for bed she wondered how Anne was holding up. Even though Anne was older then Terry, she still thought of Anne as being more emotionally fragile. And Anne was having some problems; but Terry needn't have worried. At that moment Anne and her husband Rob were just returning to their home. They went upstairs to the master bedroom together.

"Are you angry at me for being a little late to dinner tonight?" Rob asked, concerned that Anne had seemed a little out of sorts that evening.

"No. I knew you were flying in from New York. That flight is always iffy. I'm just glad you made it back tonight."

"You seem sort of down. Is everything alright?" Rob asked.

"I'm okay. I guess I wasn't really up for Sylvia tonight. She was really chattering away at dinner. I could have used a quieter evening, especially to celebrate our anniversary."

"I'm sorry Anne. I should have thought of that. We could have gone out for a quiet romantic dinner instead." Rob paused for a moment, looking over Anne as if seeing her for the first time that night. "That black dress looks great on you. Have I seen it on you before?"

Anne smiled at Rob. He really could be romantic. "I've had it for a few months, but we haven't had an occasion for me to wear it. I thought tonight would be appropriate."

"It was. If I had gotten home on time, I would have given you this," Rob said as he handed a small gift wrapped box to Anne. "Happy anniversary my love."

Anne loved getting presents. She quickly tore the wrapping paper off to find a small, black velvet covered box. Inside was a pair of diamond stud earrings. The diamonds glittered at Anne as she studied them. "Rob," Anne said, slowly. "These are beautiful." Anne took off the dangling gold earrings she was wearing and replaced them with the studs. "How do they look?" Anne asked.

"They match you perfectly. Sparkling. Bright. And Beautiful." 

Anne stepped into Rob's embrace and kissed him on the lips. Their tongues intertwined. Anne rubbed her hands on Rob's back. Rob reached around Anne and lightly grabbed her tush through the black dress. Then his hands moved up to the zipper that ran down the back of the dress and he slowly pulled it down. The little black dress came loose from Anne shoulders; with a little shimmying by Anne the dress fell to her feet. Rob reached in front of her and released the center clasp of Anne's bra, dropping that on top of the dress. Finally, Rob pushed down on Anne's black bikini panties so that they too lay at her feet. Anne was now completely naked. She backed herself up to the bed, sat down, and unbuckled Rob's belt and slacks. Pulling his pants and boxer shorts down together, Anne leaned over and took Rob's hardening penis in her mouth. She would bring him close to the edge of cumming this way, she thought. Then he would make love to her; and give her the pleasure she craved so much. As she was stroking Rob's cock, she thought that Terry was right to end their affair. Rob was the love in her life.

On Monday morning, collecting items to bring to the dry cleaners, Anne came across the little black dress. She had only worn it the one time, but lying on the floor over night as it had left it badly wrinkled. Anne smiled at the memory. She decided to take it to the dry cleaners in the village center. 

Just down the block from the dry cleaners was the little dress shop where Anne and Terry had purchased their black dresses together. At 10:00, Terry entered the store. While driving back from visiting her father, Terry decided she needed to an upgrade to her wardrobe. She remembered liking the selection in the store and decided to pay a visit.

On entering the little shop, she was surprised to see the same young sales woman who had helped her and Anne their first visit. She was in her early twenties, with a pale complexion. Her straight black hair hung half way down her back. A white silk blouse accentuated her smallish pointy breasts. She wore a short black skirt that barely covered her crotch. The sales woman looked up when Terry walked in the door. Red spots appeared on the sales woman's cheeks and necks when she recognized Terry. Terry and Anne had clearly left an impression from their last visit.

"Hi," the sales woman said. "You were in with a friend a few weeks ago. Black cocktail party dresses. Right?"

"You have a good memory," Terry answered, giving the girl a smile.

"Oh, some customers I just remember better then others. Your friend was a size six, but I don't remember if you were an eight or a ten?"

"Sometimes an eight, sometimes a ten; it depends on the cut." Terry looked around the shop for something she might like to try. "Any suggestions?" she asked.

"Casual, cocktail or formal?" The sales woman asked. 

"How about casual, but not too casual. Something I can wear on a date to a movie, or out to dinner with friends."

"Sure. Why don't you try on this blue and gold print? It will look great with your hair, and the neck line will highlight your chest without being flashy. Take the ten into the dressing room. I'll bring in an eight and maybe find something else for you to try on."

"Thanks," Terry said and headed to the dressing room. Once inside the dressing room, Terry took off her jeans and shirt. She hadn't really thought it through when she got dressed that morning; the full cup under wire bra she was wearing wouldn't go with the dress she was trying on. She decided it would be better to try on the dress without the bra, so she took it off, and tossed it onto the dressing room bench. The dress slipped easily over her head. Too easily. The ten was just a little too big, it hung loosely on her hips and her breasts did not quite fill out the bust. As she was making this assessment, the young sales lady walked into the room.

"Hmmm," the sales girl murmured. "The style is great, but I think you'll do better in the smaller size. Here, I brought in the eight and a few other things to try on." She hung up the new items on a wall hook, but made no indication of leaving the room. Terry was intrigued. She noticed, too, that the red blush spots had not left. Turning away from the sales lady, Terry unzipped the dress and let it slide down her body. She grabbed onto a shoulder strap before it hit the floor and then stepped out of the dress. Turning slowly to face the sales girl, Terry held out the dress for her to take. The young sales lady's eyes were moving down Terry's body as she took a step closer to be able to reach for the dress. Terry smiled at her.

"Here, can you hand me the other dress?" Terry asked.

The sales lady cleared her throat before handing over the other dress. Turning back to the mirrored wall, Terry quickly slipped on the dress and reached back to pull up the zipper. "Let me get that for you," the sales lady offered as she stepped next to Terry and pulled up the zipper. Terry wasn't sure, but she thought the young woman had lightly caressed her neck as she fastened the hook above the zipper. Terry studied herself in the mirror, and then slowly turned to look at the dress from all angles.

"What do you think?" Terry asked.

The sales lady had to clear her throat again. "Maybe a little too tight? The bust is perfect," she paused before continuing, "but you'll have to wear different panties. The ones you have on show too much of a panty line."

"Let's see what we can do about that," Terry said. She reached under the hem of the dress and pulled down her panties. As she did so, the dress hem did not quite fall fast enough to cover Terry's crotch from the sales lady's view, a flash of blonde pubic hair displayed before being covered up. The young woman did not even pretend to avert her eyes. "What do you think now?"

"Better; much better." The sales lady said, in a low whisper. "Let me just check that hem." She squatted down at Terry's side. As she did so, her short black skirt rode up on her hips. Terry watched her in the mirror and noticed that she made little effort to keep her knees together, providing a clear view of her crotch. No panties, no pubic hair, nothing but glistening pussy lips appeared in the mirror. Now it was Terry's turn to stare. The girl gave the hem a cursory review then stood up, but stayed in very close to Terry. 

"Okay," Terry said, looking into the young woman's eyes. "Let's hold this one aside." And without a moment's hesitation, Terry unzipped and stepped out of the dress she had on, leaving her standing completely naked in front of the young sales lady. The girl smiled and pressed her lips together. "I like that red sundress you brought in. Do you really think it will fit me? It looks kind of small."

"When I brought it in, I didn't realize you were so big," the girl said, staring now at Terry's breasts. Her nipples hardened under the girl's stare; little bumps popped up on the areolas. Terry took the dress from the sales lady.

"Why don't you sit down while I try this on?" Terry suggested, pointing to the dressing room guest chair. The young sales lady sat down, never taking her eyes from Terry's body. Terry slipped the dress on over her head and pulled it down around her waist. 

The sales girl watched Terry's every move. As she was watching, the young woman began to rub her thigh with her right hand. Leaning back in the chair, she spread her knees wider apart, giving Terry a clear view between her thighs. She pulled the hem of her short skirt up further fully exposing her pussy. The young woman's pussy lips were an almost crimson color compared to her pale white thighs. She was completely hairless, not even stubble showed anywhere; the result, apparently, of a weekly waxing. The girl started running her middle finger up and down through her wet pussy lips. Terry stopped pretending to be trying on the dress. Instead she removed the dress and hung it on a nearby hook. The sight of Terry's naked body aroused the young sales clerk even further. With one hand she continued to stroke between her wet lips; with the other hand she began to gently rub her clitoris. A short burst of orgasmic electricity shot through her pussy, starting right at the tip of her clitoris and running down to her tight anus. The girl stopped for a moment to catch her breath.

Terry had been watching her every action. Now she stepped toward the sales girl. The younger woman reached up and gently touched the underside of Terry's right breast. Terry smiled at her, confirming for the girl that this was what Terry wanted.

Emboldened by Terry's response, the sales woman pressed herself against Terry's naked body, wrapping her arms around Terry's waist. Her sitting position allowed the young girl to kiss and suck on Terry's hard nipples. After a few moments, Terry reached down and helped the sales woman stand up. She unsnapped the younger woman's skirt and let it fall to the floor. Terry reached between them and unbuttoned the other woman's blouse. Terry wanted to feel another completely naked body against her own. The sales girl's blouse came off easily followed quickly by the small lacy bra she was wearing. Terry held the young woman back at arms length so she could see her body. Her breasts were very small, but with large nipples and puffy reddish areolas highlighted against her fair skin. Terry bent forward and suckled on her right nipple for a moment, feeling it harden between her lips. Terry wrapped her arms around the young woman and held her tight, rubbing their bodies together with a sensual motion.

Terry motioned for the girl to sit back down in the seat. Terry kneeled, spreading the girl's thighs with her hands pressing against her knees as she did so. The young woman's pussy was still dripping from her first orgasm. Terry pressed right in with the full expanse of her hot tongue, starting at the bottom ridge just past the girl's anus, moving all the way up to her clit. The young woman sighed with pleasure. Terry pushed her tongue inside, tasting the slightly more astringent flavors of the girl's pussy, feeling the tingling on her tongue. Terry rubbed the middle three fingers of her right hand on the girl's clitoral hood. Then Terry ran her tongue up and down alongside her clitoris. As the sales girl started to pant in short, rapid breaths, Terry moved her tongue back down to the opening of her pussy, pressing just slightly in, then out, then in, then out. Terry repeated this action as the girl's breathing quickened even more. The young woman grabbed the back of Terry's head and pressed Terry's face into her crotch screaming as she came for the second time. While her face was pressed in against the girl's crotch, Terry breathed in deeply enjoying the heady smell of the girl's cum.

Eventually Terry was able to lean back, cool fresh air filling her lungs. She stood up and kissed the girl firmly on the lips. While the young woman sat watching, Terry started to get dressed.

"You're leaving?" the sales girl asked. "Don't you want me to go down on you or anything?"

"Mmmm, yes, I would like that," Terry assured her. "But I have a class to teach in a half hour. I think we'll have to wait for part two. Don't you have to get back out to the store?"

"I'd better sit here for a few minutes" the sales girl said. "I'm not sure my legs will hold me up just yet."

"Okay. Before I forget, can you put that blue and gold size eight aside for me? I'll stop by this afternoon to pay for it and pick it up. Maybe we can go out for a drink or something, too."

"I'd like that" the girl said with a smile. "And don't worry about the dress. It'll be waiting for you."

"Thanks," Terry said as she leaned down and kissed her the young woman. Terry headed out of the dressing room. As she walked to the front door, she realized that no one else was even in the store. Pulling on the door, she discovered that it was locked from the inside; the sign on the door said 'Closed: Back Soon.' Her little sales girl had known exactly what she was doing when she came into the dressing room.

Terry smiled to herself. This was a nice way to start her week. She wondered if she could share this story with her friend, Anne.