4 comments/ 44022 views/ 20 favorites Laura's Sleepless Night Ch. 01 By: TheImaginator As Laura stepped into the crowded Manhattan bar where she was going to spend her Friday evening, she scanned the crowd for her friends. She had taken a train in alone later than she intended. Until a few hours ago when her fiance let her know that he wouldn't return from his academic conference until Sunday, she didn't even think she'd be here -- she was eagerly awaiting his return. So much for that. As she looked around for any sign of her crew a familiar hand tapped her on her shoulder. It was her friend Diana. She was decked out in a stylish white dress straight out of Gossip Girl. "Going casual tonight?" she smiled. Laura hadn't felt like overdoing it this evening, opting against a dress in favor of a pair of designer jeans that might as well have been painted on her long, toned legs. A simple red-and-while tight long-sleeved shirt completed the ensemble. She was, perhaps, underdressed for this occasion, but the brunette had still turned a couple of heads when she entered. "We're in the back. Follow me!" Laura followed Diana to an open area in the back of the bar, where seats surrounded a dance floor. The rest of her friends were there, mingling with each other and others. Laura ordered a drink from the nearby bar and said her hellos. "We're not staying here too much longer..." Diana mused. "Sorry I got in so late, I didn't know I was coming until a couple of hours ago." "We're glad you did." Diana smiled and returned to the rest of the group. "I'll join you in a moment." Laura wanted to scope the place out a bit. As she walked about the room, her eyes locked with another woman. Slightly older, she had long, black, wavy hair. Perhaps a couple of inches taller than the brunette Laura, she shared her gift for legginess, but cut a slightly more voluptuous figure -- the short purple dress she wore was low cut, displaying her ample cleavage. Laura recognized her face, framed by thick-rimmed red glasses, and her body immediately. "Cassandra!" She smiled warmly and walked over to the girl. "Laura!" The two embraced. They hadn't seen each other in a number of years, since Laura was an undergraduate. Cassandra was, at the time, a Doctoral student, and a TA for one of Laura's biology classes. Her relative youthfulness and good looks made Cassandra something of a favorite for recitation sessions, especially among the boys, but the two had developed a good relationship during the course. Laura often appeared at office hours to discuss material. She admired her intelligence, her looks, and her fashion sense -- she was a bit more daring than Laura, and that trait was endearing to her. She noticed the way she was looked at, and even caught herself admiring the older girl on a few occasions. For her part, Cassandra had enjoyed Laura's presence in class, and had certainly noted the younger woman's admiration. The two became reacquainted. Laura told her about her plans, her friends being there, her being alone. She was tired, and not even the sight of her usual group had really rejuvenated her. Cassandra congratulated her on her engagement sincerely -- silently cursing her man's luck at his situation. As Cassandra had an idea about Laura's admiration, Laura knew little about Cassandra's private life. While Cassandra knew she could have most men -- she wasn't blind to the looks she got for her outfits in lecture, often punctuated with high boots and high skirts -- she had developed a different taste from the time she was an undergraduate. From her first flirtations with girls as a freshman, she had enjoyed women more, and although she had a reputation as something of a man-eater, it was women she enjoyed chasing. The female form had been something she'd enjoyed only a half dozen times or so, but she'd never had one like Laura, who was one of the more beautiful girls she'd seen. As a TA, she noticed looks from younger women, too. She enjoyed gazing at them -- meek nerds, fashionistas, college athletes -- they all had their charm. She remembered once in class staring into a volleyball player's eyes while describing the biology of the human orgasm. She smiled and with a glance under her desk noticed that the poor girl's legs were trembling by the time she had finished. The thought that she could've enjoyed her athletic thighs any time was a favorite for a long time afterwards, even when enjoying women who didn't have the potential of getting her fired. But Laura, Laura she had a special appreciation for. She didn't feel as comfortable being more forward than a tap on the shoulder or a hand on her knee during office hours. She often caught her looking at her face intently reading the board, or studying the sway in her hips when she entered the room. It was the little things... As the two became re-familiarized -- Laura was now in graduate school herself, while Cassandra was working as a researcher in New York City-- Laura's friends returned. "Come dance with the rest of us! Bring your friend if you want." Diana barely acknowledged Cassandra as she egged on Laura. Laura glanced at Cassandra. "Well, if you're not taken this evening, I'd be happy to accompany you..." Cassandra offered, giggling. "Sure!" The two made their way over as Laura finished one drink. "Next round is on me" -- Cassandra came back with two Martinis. They each took a couple of sips, glancing around, before setting them down and making their way to the floor. "It's too bad you're by yourself tonight." "Yeah, I know. He's busy a lot." "His loss." Cassandra smiled as she slinked behind Laura, her hands on her hips. Laura laughed "I guess so." "I know so. You know, you were always my favorite student." "Really?" Laura was genuinely surprised. She didn't speak up much in class. "Yeah. It was nice to talk to someone other than some leering freshman." The two laughed. Cassandra brought her close and pressed against her. Laura's clothes only accentuated her lithe form and Cassandra spied her firm rear with a smile as the two moved to the music. Her friends laughed as they checked out the two girls dancing innocently -- Laura finally felt like she was having some fun. The two continued to dance through one round of drinks, and then another and another. The moves got a bit slower, less coordinated, but Cassandra pushed the envelope slowly. Cassandra had turned Laura around so they were face to face, just playfully gracing her butt through her tight jeans and working her hands up her sides. Laura could only smile playfully. As she moved her hands down to the sides of Laura's hips Diana intervened -- "Hey ladies, we're deciding to head to a new place. You want to come?" Laura looked at her unsure. She didn't want to ditch her friends, but she was enjoying her old TA's company. She certainly saw her far less often. Cassandra leaned in and whispered in her ear "I want to stay here -- don't you? We can meet up with them in a bit." Laura nodded. "We'll stay behind a bit. We still have drinks to finish, anyway" gesturing to the two martini glasses that they had only sipped at, albeit they were each a few in now. Laura was happily buzzed but still quite aware of her limitations. "Suit yourself!" Diana and her friends said their goodbyes and vacated and the two soon returned to their dancing. The lights got a bit dimmer and as they did, Cassandra's dormant lust only further awakened. Her hands glided onto Laura's stomach -- firm, as she'd imagined -- down to her belt. Laura giggled and shooed her hands away, so Cassandra moved elsewhere, slowly rubbing Laura's sides at the two girls got closer. "You're a good dancer." "I have a good partner." Laura found herself enjoying the attention. She enjoyed it even more when Cassandra leaned in and whispered into her ear. "You don't deserve to be alone tonight..." Her hands touched Laura's hip bones, and then rose back up. To her delight, Laura didn't protest when her fingers grazed the sides of her small, pert breasts through her shirt. "Not with this body." Laura felt a twinge. The alarms were going off, but what the hell, she thought. She deserved some fun, and nothing bad would happen from dancing with an old acquaintance. Cassandra muzzled her old student's neck playfully and gyrated against her as Laura let her hands down. If her eyes weren't looking down she'd have noticed a few bar goers were watching the pair, but she didn't particularly care. The lighting was too dim to make anything out regardless. Cassandra brought her hands around Laura again, and worked them down either leg as far as she could over the tight denim, then back up. It was time to chance something more. As she playfully pecked the crook of Laura's neck, one of Cassandra's experienced hands "accidentally" graced the crotch of Laura's jeans, just enough to elicit an inaudible gasp and a smile from the younger woman as she playfully swatted her hand away. "What's the matter?" "I like guys." "You seem to like me." Laura hadn't noticed that in the haze of the dancefloor they had moved into something of a corner. "Maybe." "Just maybe?" Cassandra turned the girl around and Laura found herself leaning back against one of the walls. Cassandra ran a hand down her face as she playfully pouted. "Is that any way to talk to your old TA? I did give you an A." "I earned that A." "Mmhmm." Cassandra's fingers traced Laura's lips. They parted slightly. She had her signal. Before Laura could issue any protest Cassandra leaned in and mashed her lips against Laura's, and much to her surprise and delight, Laura's lips surrendered readily. One of Cassandra's hands stroked the girls long brown hair, while the other continued to caress her face. Her mouth was as inviting as she imagined it. Laura stood in shock that a woman she had admired, seemingly from afar, had pushed the issue with her. She'd never kissed a woman and it showed in her tentative response, but she grew into Cassandra's attention and she wrapped an arm tentatively behind the woman's back as she gently pressed into her. "You're a natural", Cassandra whispered as she released the girls lips. "I still like guys -- I have a fiancée, remember?" "Yeah, yeah. There's nothing wrong with trying it out. He probably wouldn't mind just a kiss or two with an old friend, right?" Laura smiled, "I guess not. I liked it." "Didn't think I was like that, did you?" Cassandra smiled. Laura was only able to shake her head in response before Cassandra leaned in again. This time, Laura was more ready, but Cassandra was still pushing the issue. Her hand lowered from her face and, again, gently grazed the front of her tight shirt as the two made out. To her delight, she felt the bumps in Laura's shirt that gave away how much she was liking this. Still, her hand went lower, down her stomach, but just as her fingertips were approaching the button of her jeans she was pushed away, Laura looking at her wide-eyed and breathless. "Did you like that?" "Of course." "I have an apartment not two blocks away. We could have some drinks there and...talk further." "I shouldn't, I have --" Cassandra replied to her defiance with a brief, hard kiss. "Shouldn't what?" "I suppose I could stay a bit..." With a smile Cassandra stood up straight and took Laura's hand. "Come with me." Laura's Sleepless Night Ch. 02 Laura followed the captivating grad student hand in hand. Her hotel really was only a couple of blocks, but the walk felt longer as she wondered if anyone saw the pair's hurried escape. They entered the lobby and as soon as Cassandra entered the elevator, she pushed Laura up against a wall and kissed her. Laura's momentary shock wore off faster this time, as she put a hand on Cassandra's back and let herself return the kiss. "Fast learner, huh?" Cassandra flashed her evil grin. Laura still held on to some shred of defiance. "I'm not doing anything more than kissing – I won't do anything I don't want to." "Of course not, darling. I just want you to have fun." This time Cassandra's kiss was more affectionate than lustful, tender as opposed to fierce. They only got a few short seconds of making out in, or so it felt, before the elevator reached its destined floor. As soon as the door opened Cassandra dragged Laura out by the warm and around the corner into her room. Once she slammed the door behind them, Laura took it in. Cassandra has a pretty impressive apartment for a girl who had years of college loans to pay off, presumably. As if reading her mind, Cassandra declared "Don't be that impressed, my parents have money." The apartment door led directly into her living room, furnished with a large, plush white couch and a big screen TV. The walls were adorned with various photos and paintings, knick-knacks she had picked up the past few years. They only held Laura's attention momentarily. "Have a seat." Cassandra gestured to the sofa. Laura followed, and Cassandra sat down next to her, close by. "Now where were we?" She moved close again and pecked Laura's lips – "Relax..." She reached up to the girl's shoulders and her reassuring smile allowed Laura to relax as her mouth was explored. Her hand slid up Laura's leg up to her hip, where Laura put hers over it. Cassandra pulled away and looked into her blue eyes. "Just relax and let me give you a lesson in kissing another girl." Cassandra pulled herself up and over so that she was straddling Laura on the couch. Laura's mouth was agape. "Oh, my..." she half-laughed. Cassandra stroked her face with one hand, studying her jawbone and her lips, her face above Laura's. Cassandra dark hair flowed over both of their faces as she put her glasses to the side and began kissing Laura's face. She soon took Laura's lower lip between hers and her new partner parted her lips, offering herself again. Laura had gotten gradually less hesitant, less resistant as her tongue mingled with Cassandra's, but her hands remained at her side. She wasn't sure what line she was willing to cross, and as her face remained mostly in Cassandra's hands, she didn't have to worry about it. It surely would look to the viewer that Cassandra was the dominator, but Laura was getting a foothold. Her mind hazy from alcohol and arousal she had little protest to issue when, again, Cassandra's hands trailed down her neck and caressed her collarbone through her shirt. But when her hands again cupped her small, firm breasts, she gasped into Cassandra's mouth and arched her back a bit off the couch. Cassandra broke the kiss just long enough to smile, then continued, her thumbs feeling the rise of Laura's nipples through the fabric, teasing her. Laura sat up straight, her toned legs tensing in her skintight denim as she was worked over. Laura's hazy mind wandered. She wanted this. But she had a fiancée. "If my clothes are on, it's fine..." she thought to herself. She let Cassandra feel her up through the striped shirt, those small, perfect breasts her TA had ogled so skillfully in class now being kneaded between her fingers. In between kisses she could hear Laura's breath getting heavier, almost turning to panting. She thought to herself that she was being seduced, but it had been a long while since she had felt this kind of physical attention. It was intoxicating. She felt the hands disengage her breasts and go lower, down her stomach, which firmed to their touch, to her belt...when they reached their destination, Laura gasped and clamped her thighs shut around them. Cassandra removed the offending hand but continued to distract her with kisses, wandering around her neck a bit now. Her hands stayed on Laura's tummy, feeling it raise and lower with each breath. Cassandra leaned into Laura's neck and began licking and tracing patterns around her smooth skin. Laura felt the tongue on her neck, felt her back shudder as her would-be-seducer blew on the saliva. But she let out a soft moan when she felt Cassandra begin sucking on her neck – hard. Her hands reached for Cassandra's sides to gently push her off but her arms didn't cooperate, palalyzed as she melted into the couch. She hardly noticed through the shudders when Cassandra's hands spread Laura's thighs apart. When one of her hands began applying pressure to the crotch of her jeans, her eyes widened and she suddenly sat up straight off the couch. "Don't worry..." she whispered. "This will feel good." Laura's legs clenched together, trapping Cassandra's hand, which she pulled out from between them. "Please, I'm not sure...let's just keep making out." Cassandra saw Laura's head lean back a bit, giving her better access to her neck and jawline. "As you wish." Cassandra returned to her neckline, kissing and licking patterns and blowing on them in a way that made Laura's body respond beautifully. Her body wriggled to her tongue's touch. Her lips let out an "Ahh" as Cassandra buried her face in the crook of her neck like a thirsty vampire, letting her teeth gently press against the skin as she sucked in. Laura's back tensed and then went limp to the move, and her thighs unclasped themselves again. That was all Cassandra needed. Laura didn't want to surrender, but her body's brief betrayal gave her another opening, perhaps a final chance to push things to where she wanted them to go. And where, she thought, Laura's body wanted them to go. Laura's eyes widened as a hand once again pressed into her through her denim-clad mound, but this time, before any protest, a pair of lips silenced hers, and a soft whimper escaped into Cassandra's mouth. The fabric did little, she realized, to dull the feeling Cassandra's hand had on her, as her open palm ground into her crotch. Now Laura's head was spinning. A girl she hadn't seen in years was feeling up her most intimate area and she was hostage to the sensations. "My clothes are still on..." she thought again to herself, as if it made what was being done to her any less of a seduction. Cassandra expertly moved her hand up and down the area, along the button-fly of her jeans. The heat was radiating through the material. Laura's thoughts were on Cassandra's hand, on her fiancée, on the evening. She was floored by how well Cassandra manipulated her through the denim and the effect it was having. The building moisture Laura felt between her thighs was proof enough. Cassandra's other hand roughly clutched at a breast again, her thumb encircling Laura's erect nipple through her shirt, adding another sensation. Laura hadn't had foreplay like this in a while. An "unhh" escaped her lips when Cassandra found the spot on the denim she thought her clit was under. She applied greater pressure there, rubbing up and down harder now, focusing her energy. Laura knew nobody could ever know about this, but she was powerless to resist what was happening to her now – subconsciously, her thighs spread a bit further and her hips started rolling up off the cushions, as if beckoning her partner's hand to rub harder. In the meantime, Cassandra's tongue flicked and danced as Laura's head moved side to side, trying to find every sensitive spot on her neck, underneath her jaw, all the way up to her earlobe. Despite having Cassandra on top of her, muffling her, her heavy panting filled the room now and Cassandra knew from the heat she felt that she was nearing what she wanted. Her slowly rolling hips urged her on further; if Laura's mind was not racing she may have seen the pure evil on her partner's face when she noticed her reaction. Harder, now, into the fabric, into her mound. The friction drove Laura crazy – rhythmic pressure between her thighs. Cassandra could almost swear she could feel moisture now. Laura's mind was a mix of lust, guilt, arousal, embarrassment – as her hips rocked against Cassandra's hand she could barely hear the other girl whisper "I want you to cum, Laura". She felt fingers press hard and fast, up against her clit – as her hips rose, they stayed there, relentless. Cassandra's fingers pushed hard on her sex, up hard against her pelvis, as hard as she could. It was the breaking point, fast, hard, friction. Laura froze, then shuddered – then released. "Ohh, ahhhhhh" with a whimper and a moan Laura's hips pushed up hard off the sofa. Her back arched hard off the sofa and against her lover. Cassandra moved her face off to take the picture in: Laura's contorted face, laying back, beads of sweat on her forehead as she moaned "Oh god, oh god". Cassandra focused on what her hand was doing, pushing her through a long orgasm, but she got an unexpected delight – her fingers felt moisture, and as she rubbed the girl hard, she watched intently: a spot of dampness had appeared on the front of her jeans, and as she carried Laura through, it grew to about double the size of a quarter. Laura's cum had soaked through the fabric of her designer jeans, leaving with it obscene visual evidence of her body's surrender. She slowed her hand's ministrations as Laura slowly collapsed back onto the couch, stars in her eyes. Cassandra kissed her gingerly on the neck, and slowly lowered herself off Laura. Out of breath, Laura managed to lift her head up to see what the girl was doing. Cassandra made eye contact as she lowered herself so her face was hip level and she was kneeling between her long legs. "Oh no-" Before Laura could react to the spot on the front of her jeans, Cassandra interrupted her. "Looks like you left a stain, love." She maintained eye contact as she stuck her tongue out flat against the material of her jeans and slowly licked up the dark spot, getting a brief taste before opening her mouth a bit and kissing it hard, rubbing her tongue against the rough material. Laura felt like she was going to faint. Cassandra brought her face up, never breaking the lock on her eyes. Laura looked beautiful and obscene, laying back, her legs spread. She was breathing hard as if she had gone on a long run, but the dark area between her thighs revealed the true story. Cassandra smacked her lips and reached her hand up to the top button of Laura's jeans. Whether because she was winded or because she didn't have one, she offered no protest then it was skillfully undone by the other girl's fingers. She only sighed. It was all that she needed to know that Laura's conquest was well on its way. Laura's Sleepless Night Ch. 03 Cassandra was filled with lust. Before her sat one of the most beautiful women she'd met, button undone on her jeans, evidence of the effort she had put in to seduce her on the front of her jeans, and her mouth practically salivated at what was to come. Laura was still panting and made no initial protest, but she collected herself enough to sit up straight and re-button them. "Stop." Her voice was still almost a gasp. "Stop?" Cassandra looked confused. She didn't let many things stop her from getting what she wanted, whether a man or woman was a target. Laura was different than most of the women she had slept with – disillusioned "Desperate Housewives" types who practically begged Cassandra to take them – but her engagement ring was no obstacle to her in her mind. It just meant she had to get her fill of her tonight, while she could. "Yeah, stop, this has gone too far." Laura was flustered and stood up off the couch. "I need to get home. This was fun but..." "But what, love?" Cassandra stood up as Laura took a couple of steps away from the couch. "I can't. I shouldn't have even done this." "You're going to go home? Looking like that?" Cassandra glanced at the dark spot. "And you said yourself you were having fun. There's nothing wrong with trying things out, especially if it stays between us. You trust me, don't you?" Laura nodded her agreement, and Cassandra continued. "So stay with me tonight. This is our secret. You said yourself you had fun, and you have the whole rest of your life to have fun with your man after this. You deserve one night for yourself." As she spoke she moved behind Laura and rested a hand on her stomach, using it to pull her subject close. "Don't you?" She whispered into Laura's ear, now close enough to kiss her ear, letting her tongue run up her earlobe. "Y-y-yesss." Laura shuddered and her legs swayed a bit but she stayed upright. Cassandra's free hand found its way back to the front of Laura's jeans, to the dampness. She clutched her there, down her pubic curve, as she kissed her neck. Laura's eyes were now closed, as if she was dreaming. Cassandra rubbed her as she now held her tight against her and her other hand again felt her taut stomach clenching under her shirt. She wasn't going to merely masturbate her this time, though – no. It was time. She let Laura go and took a couple of steps back. She stared into Laura's eyes, a mix of lust and apprehension visible under their glazed surface. Cassandra maintained eye contact as she slowly kneeled in front of her, her hands innocently resting in front of her, on her dress. "Come here." Laura took a couple of steps forward. Cassandra's eye level was at Laura's belt now. She leaned in and kissed her on that spot again, Laura's back arching gently, causing her breasts to proudly stand out. Cassandra leaned back and smiled. "Undo your jeans." "Here?" "Yes. Right here." Laura's fingers trembled nervously as she began to undo the top button, then the next. "But I.." "Shh. Just let me do the rest." The front of Laura's jeans opened, revealing a darkened spot on a pair of red satin panties. Cassandra hooked her fingers into her waistband and did the rest, peeling them down to mid-thigh. She couldn't wait any longer. "Oh, Laura..." Her hands reached around and cusped Laura's pert rear, and bringing her close to her hungry, searching mouth. Laura was barely ready as she let out a "Ohh, oh Cass..." Cassandra began by gently licking and chewing her though the material, over her mound. She tasted as delicious as she hoped. Laura's breaths again got deeper, in between hushed whimpers. One hand found its way to the top of Cassandra's head, the other her shoulder, as she adjusted her legs so they stood further apart. Laura looked down and saw her lovely friend's face orally pleasing her, through her panties. The pleasure was untold – she couldn't remember the last time she felt this erotic around her fiancée, and while she still had a feeling of guilt in the back of her head, it was an afterthought to what Cassandra's mouth was doing to her. The time to bail was long gone. Cassandra expertly played with her through the thin fabric, and Laura nearly gasped and fell over onto her when her mouth let go. "You're as delicious as you are beautiful. Show yourself to me." She smiled as Laura breathlessly obliged. There was no pretense of objection. She stood there, panties meeting her jeans halfway down her smooth, toned legs. Her glistening sex was bare to her now. Her tongue found its target and Laura shook on her feet. "Ohh Cassandra..." Her knees nearly buckled but Cassandra's arms held her in place as she began to take her prey where she stood. Her lips and tongue moved deftly along Laura's lips, the girl's soft moans growing in intensity. Cassandra herself now was in awe. She had daydreamed about this, but now she was here, eating Laura out in the middle of her living room. Laura's juices were greedily licked up as Cassandra found herself growing more ravenous. She didn't know that Laura hadn't felt this feeling in something like two? Three weeks? She had lost count. But Cassandra was making up for her lost time. Laura cried out when lips closed around her swollen clit and Cassandra's tongue flicked over it. Her former TA was surprisingly strong, her arms keeping her upright when it felt like her legs were going to buckle each time. And she needed the strength. Cassandra continued to assault her there for 10, 15 minutes, or more – Laura lost track with each flick of her tongue, each slow trail it blazed over her wet sex. It was unlike anything she'd experienced before. Cassandra's lust had turned Laura into a meal, each greedy lick begat another as she drank her juices. Both her hands were now in Cassandra's black hair and the other girl could feel the cool metal of an engagement ring on her scalp as she continued to fuck her where she stood. She was surprised by how long Laura held out, although it delighted her as she felt her thighs and butt clench and her hips grind against her face far longer than she had hoped. Every few seconds Laura whimpered, or moaned, or whispered a barely decipherable "God..." or "Fuck...". Cassandra moaned into Laura as her tongue finally darted inside her and Laura moaned and arched her back at the intrusion. Her tongue fucked her like a small piston, and when Laura's moans got deeper and Cassandra felt her legs tremble one last time, she knew what to do. Cassandra withdrew her tongue from Laura and took her clit with her ravenous mouth, licking, flicking, and slurping around it. Laura cried out "Oh fuck, oh God! Ohhhh!" as her legs trembled. Her knees buckled. Cassandra was destroying Laura, and this was her way of finishing her off, searching for every drop, trying to cover her with her mouth. Her climax was violent, shocking for a soft-spoken girl, and her knees gave way. Cassandra's hands moved to catch her by the waist and slowly guide her down to her knees until Laura's red, panting face was face to face with hers, which Laura could see through the haze was glistening with her cum. Before Laura could say anything, Cassandra's head graced the back of her head and pulled her lips to hers, kissing her deeply, sharing her taste. Laura's chest still heaved but she didn't break away, reaching an arm tentatively around her seducers back. Cassandra's hand was more devious, moving between them, and over Laura's wet mound. Laura gasped when a finger slipped inside – Cassandra's finger felt like it had entered a hot, velvety oven and then both moaned into each other's mouths. Laura's defenses had now completely fallen – she was here, she was Cassandra's tonight. The older girl broke the kiss, keeping her finger playfully inside her partner as she watched her glazed eyes roll slightly. She was almost out of breath too, to her own surprise, and she whispered as her hands worked under the side of Laura's shirt. "I think it's time you took the rest of this off." Laura could only nod and raise her arms as the tight red-and-white striped shirt came off and was thrown to the side. She now kneeled there, topless except for a black bra she had worn. Cassandra cupped her small, pert breasts over it. "Beautiful, but it's got to go, too." It was Laura's own hands that undid her bra and let it fall to the ground between them, exposing her top. Cassandra took her in. Firm, pert and beautiful, she lowered her face and lovingly licked an erect nipple, eliciting another moan of approval. She came back up face to face with Laura. "And your pants have to come the rest of the way off, too." Cassandra slowly rose to her feet, taking Laura's hands in hers. The other girl's legs were wobbly but she made it up, and slowly finished the job of peeling off her jeans and panties. She took a step back, and the view was breathtaking for Cassandra – her long brown hair, pert breasts, firm stomach and long, toned legs. And, of course, the glistening area between her thighs, shaved hairless for her fiancée, but her's tonight and her's alone. She noticed the clock on the wall behind Laura now read midnight, as she stepped close, wrapped her arms around her and kissed her deeply once more. There was no resistance; Laura reciprocated the affection, her body still aching from the pleasure of being tasted by a woman for the first time. Still fully dressed, Cassandra broke the kiss and took Laura's hand in hers. "Let's go to bed." With a nod, Laura followed her through a door on the south side of the apartment, into a dimly lit bedroom with a queen sized mattress. A large wood dresser sat across from the bed with a large mirror. She pushed Laura gently onto the edge of her bed. "What do you think?" "It's a lovely bedroom..." "Thank you, love. Get comfortable, it's where you'll be waking up tomorrow." With a mixture of guilt and excitement Laura smiled, and Cassandra leaned down to kiss her smiling lips once more... Laura's Sleepless Night Ch. 04 There was only going to be one natural conclusion to the night now, and Cassandra was going to make sure she made the most of every second. As she kissed Laura's soft lips, one of her hands moved behind her own back and slowly began to unzip her dress. When it was about three-quarters down, she stood up straight. Laura looked up at her from her glazed eyes and Cassandra smiled as her hands slowly peeled her dress off, to reveal her red satin bra. Her breasts were voluptuous but perky, proud, as if matching their owners' sexual energy. Laura exhaled as the dress hit the ground and Cassandra red satin panties were revealed. She reached down and took one of Laura's hands in hers, whispering "Look what you've done..." She took Laura's fingers and ran them along the front of her panties, which had moistened from the excitement of tasting her former student. The two both exhaled as Laura's fingertips felt her lover's slit through the thin material, and Cassandra grinned and let out the slightest moan when she felt the a pressure there. "I didn't know you were such a bad girl, Laura..." "I'm not..." "You feel like one..." Laura's fingers had begun tracing up and down, tentatively. "You want to repay me, don't you?" she whispered as she leaned in closer to the sitting girl again. Laura's eyes closed and she nodded. "Yes...." "You will. But not before I fuck you again." With that she gently pushed Laura's fingers away, took a step away and again kneeled in front of her now-sitting prey. "I've waited for this night for a long time. You have no idea how many times I was thinking about you during class..." She began to slowly lick and kiss Laura's smooth, bare thighs. "Do you like that, baby?" "Uh huh..." "I don't want to ruin anything...I just want to fuck you all night. I want to send you home, but I want to send you home exhausted tomorrow...." "Oh God..." Laura moaned out as Cassandra's mouth again found her willing wet lips and it's tongue began its dance. Her fiancée entered her thoughts again, but only briefly. It's okay. He won't know...it's once. He would understand... Her rationalizations sounded weak to her, but each lick, each flicker of her tongue reinforced them. Her rational mind was no longer in control. So she fell back, her back on the bed as Cassandra lifted her legs over her shoulders and began to take her again in earnest. Laura's head lifted just a bit, so she could make eye contact with her seducer. Cassandra again seemed to have a look approaching evil as her mouth sucked on her like she was her sustenance. And for tonight, she was. Her head bobbed between her legs as Laura offered her approval in the form of sighs and whimpers, and the occasional "Oh yes, right there..." Cassandra sucked and slurped Laura's cum out of her as the girl approached climax again, and as her hips raised off the best she shrieked out "Cassandra!" to the delight of the woman between her thighs. She came again, harder, more openly, providing another taste and another sign that her sexuality was unfurling from its cocoon in a matter of minutes. She lay back with her legs hanging over Cassandra's shoulders, panting, as the other girl moved them aside to stand up. Noticing this, Laura, sweaty and breathless, looked up to see Cassandra's breasts revealed, the breasts she had privately envied, as the red bra fell casually to the side. Cassandra's panties, now with their own moist spot in the front, soon joined them. "Slide back onto the bed..." Cassandra whispered. She too was almost breathless, having barely come up for air. Laura obliged, slowly slinking back on the bed until her head rested on her host's pillow, and Cassandra was able to admire her firm, incredible body slinking backwards. She rested there, her head propped up. And she saw Cassandra climb on the bed in front of her, on her knees. She slowly crawled towards the girl, then laid on top of her, naked, kissing her deeply, her face glistening with Laura's own juices. Their legs naturally intertwined, and the two slowly rubbed against each other as they made out, their hands exploring each other's bodies. Laura, for her part, was now far more confident, and she let her hands rub and feel Cassandra's chest, her nipples hard between her fingertips as Cassandra moaned into her mouth. Cassandra lifted her lips from Laura's. "Let me show you something." In an instant, she had lowered herself to Laura's chest. Her breasts weren't as big as Cassandra's, but beautiful in their own right. Ferm, pert, and large, soft red areolas and hard eraser-sized nipples. She gave them all her mouth's attention. Her breasts were well sized for a mouth, and she could feel Laura's back arched as she licked and sucked them, rolling her hard nipples along her skilled tongue. After a few minutes of this, she came up to meet Laura eye to eye again. "Your turn." Laura needed no urging on. She slid underneath Cassandra far enough to get to her chest. Her affections were tentative – soft kisses all around first, followed by tentative licks. They were no less effective, though. When her nipple entered Laura's mouth her own back arched as she moaned aloud. "Oh fuck, Laura, you're a natural..." Her reactions only egged Laura on, and the two continued to rub each other with their thighs as Laura had her first experience sucking on another woman's breasts. Cassandra's breathing got hot and heavy and she knew that she would come on Laura's thigh before long if she didn't have the girl stop. So she gently whispered "Enough.." As Laura released her from her mouth, Cassandra slowly rose to a position where she was sitting upright on the bed, her knees on either side of Laura's waist and her tight stomach. Her hand gently stroked Laura's cheek. Their chests were covered with each other's saliva, their bodies with each other sweat, and their wetness had ended up on each other's thighs, too. "It's time..." They both understood. Cassandra took Laura's arms and placed them underneath her so the girl could slide down the bed and she could shuffle herself up. Her beautiful face was now underneath her, and seeing it only made her twinge more at what was about to take place, at what she was about to do to it. "Are you ready to eat a woman's pussy?" Laura nodded. There was no other conceivable response in her mind anymore. "Did you ever think you'd be eating my pussy tonight, Laura?" "I can't believe it." A defeated smile escaped Laura's lips. "I can." Cassandra smiled back, and with that lowered herself on to Laura's lips. "Let me lead you for a bit..." She softly bucked herself again Laura's mouth, her wet lips smearing on the girl's face. Laura closed her eyes halfway and opened her mouth, using her tongue to try to rub against Cassandra as she slid back and forth against her mouth and chin. Cassandra continued to slowly rub against Laura's face like this until the girl began to get a foothold, until her tongue was about to find its destination and her hands reached behind Cassandra to hold her steadier as she rode her face. Laura's tongue followed Cassandra's example; up and down her lips, an occasional flick of her clit. "Oh fuck Laura, that's it baby, use that pretty mouth..." Cassandra's sounds and movements became more rhythmic now, as she was being eaten out. She still managed to egg on Laura, even as she gradually lost control. Her head leaned back as her eyes started to close, her hips riding Laura's face in earnest. "You like the taste of your first pussy, don't you? Ohhh..." Laura's would've agreed if she could say anything over Cassandra and the own wet noises her mouth was making on her. The bottom half of her face was covered now. Cassandra looked down at the obscene sight. "God, I love fucking your pretty face..." Her pace was more frenetic now, faster, and in reality it was hard to tell who was doing it to whom. Laura, for her part, was adept for a first timer, and felt satisfaction as now it was Cassandra who was dripping into her mouth, down her throat. The tables had turned. "Oh fuck Laura, oh fuck, oh –" Cassandra's back arched violently as Laura held her face against her sex, getting every drop, fighting to keep her riding her orgasm. Cassandra's body convulsed and shook in a way it rarely had atop her, and the boards shook with the sheer violence of her movement. She screamed "Fuck!" as she came on the girl's face and mouth for what seemed like an eternity. With a loud groan they released each other from their grip, Laura's glistening face falling back onto the bed and Cassandra leaning back, exhausted, panting like she had run a marathon. She finally climbed off to the side and laid down next to her apprentice. "Laura, that was fucking incredible." Laura smiled. "I had a good teacher..." The two women kissed, their juices mingling on their tongues now. They were too spent to resume immediately. This embrace was more loving, tender. Laura had discovered something tonight and would always have a memory. Cassandra had had a chance to explore a long-held fantasy. They were both glowing from the experience. As they kissed and touched each other's bodies, Cassandra's eyes glanced to the alarm clock next to her bed. It was nearly 2 AM, and she was just getting her second wind... Laura's Sleepless Night Ch. 05 Cassandra kissed Laura tenderly on the corner of her jaw. "We're not done yet..." "I'm so tired..." Laura had a half-smile on but also looked half-asleep. She wasn't feigning her fatigue. "Oh, I think you've got it in you ..." Cassandra once again slowly began laying kisses on Laura's sweat-glazed body, savoring the salty taste and her smooth skin. She began on her jawline, then her neck. She ran her tongue along the outline of Laura's collarbone with produced a shudder, and then again reached those perfect breasts. Her tongue danced with one erect nipple, then another. By now she had begun turning her body so she was positioned perpendicular to Laura, who was laying on the bed, softly sighing at each kiss. Cassandra took her hands, kissed each finger. She took special attention to kiss Laura's engagement ring, lifting it to her mouth and softly licking it while staring up at Laura's face. Laura could only shake her head and moan. Her will was too defeated to even think of how wrong it looked. Right now it was the sexiest thing in the world to her. Then came Laura's stomach – flat, toned. Cassandra thought to herself that she could lick an ice-cream sundae off of it. She settled for ticking Laura's belly button with her tongue, making her giggle and squirm. They turned to gasps when she planted soft, wet kisses on her hips. By now she was lying across Laura rather than next to her, her head resting on her hip. She reached out and rubbed the inside of each of Laura's thighs. Her breathing had becoming noticeably faster again and her sex, inches away from her lips, was glistening as it had been all evening. Laura watched as Cassandra lifted her feet up, as if laying on the grass outside playfully daydreaming about something. Using her arms to brace herself, Cassandra began repositioning her body so she was now lying next to Laura, but backwards. She hoped that she would figure out what she was getting at. Still kissing her hipbone teasingly, Cassandra gasp when she felt Laura gently lift one of her legs, knee still bent, and position it on the other side of her body. Tired just moments ago, she was now showing Cassandra that she knew exactly what she had in mind. And so placing her arms on each thigh, and in the position, Cassandra took the initivative, again lowering her face to her lover's mound. Laura gasped and placed her own hands behind Cassandra's thighs. Cassandra obliged by relaxing her hips as Laura slowly pulled them to her face and took a long, slow lick. Cassandra moaned against Laura's clit. It began. It was a long standing fantasy of Cassandra's to engage in a "69", and something she regretted not trying with her previous lovers. They were usually quick, dirty lays, like she thought Laura would be (she still couldn't believe her luck), but Laura's willing submission to her fantasy caught her by surprise. Both girls were soon moaning into one another as they took one another with their mouths. Laura's hands had moved to knead and rub Cassandra's butt while Laura felt hands roughly grope at her thighs and fingers tease her swollen outer lips. There was no longer anything gentle about this, no sexual technique involved – Cassandra was far more skilled, but for both girls, this became little more than carnality at its basest level. It was a feeding frenzy. Again the room filled with the smells of sex, and sounds of two women's muffled moans masked by the sounds of lips smacking in their most intimate areas. For Laura, it was as unleashed as she'd ever felt. She tried to "beat" Cassandra, tried to make her cum before she did, but fighting what Cassandra's tongue was doing to her party made the task harder. Still, she nearly did. A lot of "Unnnfs" and "Ohhhhs" blended as each girl's hips bucked violently into the others face. They held onto each other tightly, until each reached the breaking point. For Laura, it was feeling two fingers corkscrew into her and push up hard against her pelvic bone – it was Cassandra's favorite finishing move, and she relished doing it inside Laura's hot, wet, tight sex. Before tonight, it had been impenetrable to all but Laura's fiancée. Cassandra had ended that. As Laura began screaming into Cassandra one of her arm spasmed, responding with a hard slap on Cassandra's ass. It was enough. Seconds after beginning to drink Laura's orgasm, Cassandra herself could only incoherently moan loudly into her as she came again onto Laura's tongue. The two women rode each other with every remaining ounce of their energy. It felt like an eternity, and yet it didn't feel like enough for either of them, but they finally released their grip on each other. Cassandra's feet, which had been twitching frantically, fall back onto her headboard. Laura's hands rested gently on her behind, and both girls lifted themselves off each other. They laid there, on bedsheets soaked with sweat and cum, exhausted, panting, catching their breath. Cassandra finally found the energy to bring herself back up, face to face with Laura, where they stared into each other's glazed eyes and kissed without a word. They both knew now that they had had enough, and drifted off together, still with each other's scent and flavor on their bodies and lips. A few hours later, it was Laura who awoke first. She felt tired, dehydrated, but relaxed. Her mind raced a bit – it was off of its sexual narcotic – and it was fueled further by waking up next to Cassandra. "Cass, Cass..." She whispered, trying to awake her sleeping seductress. She half-succeeded. "Mmm-hmm?" Cassandra mind was barely awake, still in a haze. "I need to use your shower." "Go ahead..." Laura silently got up and looked around the apartment, naked, for her discarded clothes and undergarments. There was a slightly darker spot on the front of her jeans, but aside from that bit of laundry, a shower would wipe away any sign of Cassandra when her fiancée returned tonight. Finding two bath towels she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the hot water running all over her body, washing off a night of sex. Cassandra had, by now, sat up in bed, and hearing the running water in her bathroom, had one final trick up her sleeve. Cassandra's shower was loud, so when the door to the bathroom opened, Laura heard nothing. She was something, however, when the door to the shower slid open and Cassandra stood there, naked, except for one difference: a black rubber strap-on hung from her waist, slightly longer and thicker than she had seen in person before. She gasped and almost jumped back in the shower at the sight of it. "Thought I'd join you.." "No, I – " "Shhhh.." Cassandra smiled and put a finger over Laura's lips, stepping in and sliding the glass door shut behind her. "We can clean up together..." Despite Laura's vocal objection, she didn't stop Cassandra from wrapping her arms around her and kissing her. Laura's body glistened, her hair slicked down from the water. The phallus slid between Laura's legs, against her mound as their bodies pressed together. Cassandra brought her lips close to her ear and whispered as Laura shut her eyes. "Did I eat your pussy better than your boy does...be honest." Laura nodded. "Yes...." "Good...now I want to fuck you like your boy does." Cassandra gently put her hands on her waist and turned her around so Laura was the one now facing the shower door. "He's not the only one that can enjoy this..." she whispered into her ear from behind, as she playfully smacked Laura's wet rear. It was round and perfect, and gave Cassandra this idea the night before. Cassandra pushed her up gently against the shower wall, Laura's hands bracing her against it. Cassandra took the phallus in her hand and rubbed it against Laura's pussy from behind. "You want this, don't you? Tell me you want this." "Maybe..." "Say it...say it to me." "Oh God..." "Hmmm?" Cassandra pulled back a couple of inches away from her. "Fuck me..." As the hot water poured over them, Cassandra took the invitation, sliding into Laura with ease. Laura's knees nearly buckled immediately at the size, but Cassandra's strong arms wrapped around her, holding her up. Which each long thrust Cassandra filled her up, eliciting Laura to moan each time. Cassandra began to roll her hips. It was hardly a natural act for her – she had only used the thing, once, for a one-night stand with a divorcee housewife – but she was trying her best to make Laura forget that it was a woman that was thrusting into her, and doing it as well as any man ever could. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh." The vocals were accompanied by sound of wet hips smacking into Laura's wet ass, as Cassandra took her from behind in the shower. "Oh Laura you're so fucking hot, but you know that don't you...I wonder if he knows how lucky he is to get to do you like this...like I am." "Unnnh God Cass..." Laura felt herself snug around the instrument and as Cassandra gained momentum, it was doing the deed to her. Her moans echoed louder with each thrust, and when one of Cassandra's hands wandered lower to strum her clit at the same time, she was finished off. "Ohhhhhh fuck!!!!!!" she nearly collapsed but with her last thrust inside her Cassandra held her tight and Laura's hands were able to support her, even as her legs nearly went limp. She shuddered and writhed as she orgasmed on the strap-on, Cassandra kissing her neck and letting her come down from the sensations. "Are you okay to stand now?" Laura nodded and Cassandra slowly withdrew from her. The bathroom had completely steamed up. "I'm okay for now." She smiled. "Finish cleaning yourself up, I'll be in the living room." Laura could again only nod at her through the steam as Cassandra kissed her. She moved off the door and slid it open, allowing her out of the shower. Cassandra had a wry smile as if nothing had happened. When Laura closed the door again she stood there for a few moments, she leaned back against the door, her legs still weak, shaking her head. Finally, Laura emerged from the bathroom. Cassandra had wasted no time getting dressed in stonewashed jeans and a t-shirt – unusual for her, but not so much for what figured to be a lazy Sunday afternoon. She sat on the couched and smiled when Laura walked out, clad in one of her bath towels. "Cass, did you see what happened to my, um..." Cassandra stood up and walked towards her. "Your panties?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out Laura's panties from the night before. "How did you?" "Oh, you didn't forget. I just grabbed them on my way out of the bathroom. I figured I could have a memento for our night together." She took two steps up to Laura and pecked her on the lips. "If you don't mind, of course." Laura gave a sigh and disappeared back into the bathroom. Cassandra stepped back, smiled, and stuck the bunched pair of underwear into the back pocket of her jeans. When Laura re-emerged she was wearing yesterday's outfit, the tight designer jeans and the red-and-white-striped shirt. Cassandra smiled to herself knowing she wasn't wearing anything underneath the stained denim this time. "I suppose I have to say good bye, then...." "I suppose so. I had a lot of fun, but it's not – I mean, I'm engaged, and I don't do this...." "Do you want to keep in touch? I mean, not to do this, just as friends..." Cassandra asked innocently. "O-Ok, but we can't, do this or talk about this, right?" "Our secret. Remember?" Laura nodded. "Our secret. Thank you." The two got their phones out to exchange numbers and then kissed goodbye, although more like friends than lovers this time, and Laura left a bit hurried, perhaps to catch a train, perhaps to get away from her guilt, or perhaps before she stayed there longer and her fiancée returned to an empty home later. Cassandra sat back down on the couch, smiling. She wasn't sure if she would see Laura again, although time would tell. She certainly had fulfilled her fantasy. And if she could seduce someone like Laura...perhaps there was a world of possibilities she hadn't even explore yet. Her mind continued to wander as she laid back and turned on her TV, tired and satisfied. Laura, on the other hand had an uncomfortable time on the train ride home. She was tired and sore and wasn't in the mood for mass transit. Worse yet, her guilty conscience struggled to reconcile with the feelings of pleasure she had felt hours before, and the feelings she had for her fiancée. Even as she tried to put what happened the previous night and this morning out of mind, as she tried to get home and move on, something worked against her with every step: as she walked to the train station, as she sat on the crowded train, and then as she made her way to her car. It was the incessant friction of the denim between her legs, over her bare sex. Despite her best efforts, the dull ache between her long legs - a reminder of the shower - soon became one of arousal again. She trusted Cassandra would keep their secret – she had no reason not to – but increasingly there was only one thing she had on her mind when she got home. She had to relieve this building arousal. Just as she closed the door to her apartment, her phone vibrated. It was a picture message from Cassandra. She read it aloud to herself, leaning back on the door. "Tried them on after you left. You have great taste! Thanks for the memories." It was Cassandra posing in her bathroom mirror, her jeans half down, wearing Laura's panties. "Oh damn you..." As if on Cassandra's command, her free hand unbuttoned the top of her jeans and slid snugly into them. It all came back to her as she stared at the picture message, her fingers working underneath her jeans, with no panties to get in the way of their destination. And as she slowly slid down to the ground against the front door, her legs spread and her hand tucked securely into the front of her jeans, she knew that Cassandra would've taken delight in seeing yet another dark spot grow on the front of her denim-clad crotch... Laura's Sleepless Night Ch. 06 Cassandra looked over the text on her laptop screen. It was becoming blurry; a day's worth of lectures and grading had strained her brain and the screen glowing in the dim light of her office had strained her eyesight. She adjusted her glasses, reading over an essay on the development of modern human sexuality. She felt the slightest of scratches on her inner thigh, underneath her gray skirt, and adjusted herself in her computer chair, letting one leg extend out loosely to the right as she slouched back. She felt a soft, warm sensation a few inches up from her inner thigh and sighed. "Vanessa, your essay is outstanding...if you weren't interested in journalism, I'd tell you to switch majors." She smiled coyly and looked down at a strawberry-blond mop of hair that had begun nuzzling down her inner thigh. "You're too kind, but you're only saying that because this is happening." A bright eyed college junior turned her face up at her, grey eyes mischievous as she peered up at her instructor. She wore a snug black tank top and a snug pair of jeans, revealing the fit body of a young woman a few inches shorter than Cassandra. She was smart, she was spunky, she was sexy, and she was on her knees. Cassandra took on a stern look and gently but sternly took some of that strawberry-blond hair in her hand. "Don't you dare say such a thing. You know this has nothing to do with that." She nodded towards the laptop that Vanessa couldn't see behind her. Vanessa replied with another grin. "Jeez, take a joke..." Cassandra's expression softened. They both knew it was true. As far as what was happening underneath her desk right now, Vanessa never had any intention of it happening. She had a boyfriend and, before this class, had never so much as had more than a drunken peck with another girl. Intentions, however, have a funny way of melting in the face of someone who enjoys the hunt as much as Cassandra, who had every intention of this happening. What Vanessa found out was that one-on-one office hour sessions gave her mentor just the opening she needed. The first couple of visits of the spring semester were uneventful, but Cassandra encouraged her to keep coming back to discuss the material; few students cared enough to, and Vanessa was interested in the topic and trying to finish with a 4.0. A spirited discussion on the Sexual Revolution led to the first embrace, a heated make-out session against the corner of her office. By mid-February, Cassandra had goaded Vanessa to her knees the first time. The girl was inexperienced, but she was eager. Cassandra, despite her role as seductress, didn't last long. In that sense, it reminded Cassandra of Laura. Ah, Laura, the one who brought out the predator in her; who had led to her risking her position for the sake of pleasure. Pleasure...that was February. It was mid-April now, only a few weeks before finals. This had become a weekly exercise, and every week, Vanessa was more willing, more confident in pleasing. Cassandra stopped focusing on the laptop and relaxed her grip of Vanessa's hair, gently resting it atop her head. Her other hand laid on her armrest. Vanessa had returned to kissing her way up the TA's thigh. Her technique had improved since that first sloppy afternoon, as had her teasing. Her hands slowly rolled up Cassandra's dress. "Mmm...good girl. Your studies show...continued improvement." Cassandra sighed and sank slightly into the seat. She felt a kiss on the inside of one thigh, then the other. Cassandra hadn't bothered wearing panties; she had skipped them for Vanessa's appointments for the past three weeks. They seemed an unnecessary formality at this point. "Oooooh..." Cassandra let out a deep moan as she felt Vanessa's breath on her slit. Part of her dress still obscured Vanessa's face, so Cassandra reached down and pulled it up so she could look down at her student. Vanessa made contact with her eyes first. A second later, contact with her mouth. Cassandra groaned and let her head lean back, a hand petting the younger woman's head. Kisses and soft licks soon followed, and the wet noises that had become the familiar background noise of these meetings. "Remember...that trick I told you, Vanessa...breathe through your mouth...that's it..." Her breath quickened and deepened, her chest up and down. Vanessa had only fondled them so far in her "education". Cassandra's mind raced. Vanessa was ready to do and feel more. Much more. "Ohhh!" Cassandra shuddered in surprise, as Vanessa had slid one of her fingers inside her. Vanessa's lips had firmly clamped around Cassandra's clit and her tongue massaged it, up and down, up and down. Cassandra's groans accompanied the sounds of Vanessa's mouth smacking against her. The girl on her knees had come a long way. Cassandra was turned on by the bit of assertiveness from the girl and her hips began to respond. "Push against me...inside..." She breathed, trying to direct Vanessa as how to best finger her. But Vanessa was a step ahead, drawing on her own preferences, fingertips slithering against her inner wall. They had established a steady rhythm now, and for a few minutes they maintained a flow, as whatever Vanessa's mouth didn't catch dripped onto the edge of the chair. It rocked and creaked as Cassandra nearly forgot her role as aggressor. She was getting close to losing herself when, as if a light went on, she remembered who she was, why Vanessa was here in the first place. The student felt a hand on the top of her head slowly work its way to the back of her head. Then...with firmness, Vanessa felt it push her face forward. She tried to say something but her mouth was muffled by sex. If there was any question who was in charge here, it was corrected quickly. Cassandra sat up in her chair and began to dictate the rhythm with her hips. Her vulva smeared Vanessa's lovely fair face, clit rubbing against her lips and tongue as Vanessa struggled to keep her fingers active. She teased Vanessa even as sweat ran down her own face. "You've gotten...good, young lady...but still this happens...on my terms." Vanessa groaned into her, barely able to gasp for air. The speed picked up. Cassandra held her close and her lover's tongue responded on her clit with each thrust. "Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh you hot little...you're a natural, ohhhhh...OHHHHHH..." Cassandra leaned back as far as her chair could go, pulling Vanessa against her with both hands. Her hips spasmed out of her control now, Vanessa barely able to ride the wave. Cassandra came. Hard. She may have been the only person still in her office at that hour, in her hallway. Even if she wasn't, it was too late. Loud, deep moans. Her hands released Vanessa and fell to either side of her. Her hips slowed. Vanessa, mercifully, was able gulp for air. For what seemed like an eternity the room was filled with only deep breaths; two women out of air for entirely different reasons. Cassandra looked down. Vanessa had been on her knees, gazing up at her. Half of her face was glistening with a woman's juices. They both smiled. She leaned over on the chair, put a finger under Vanessa chin. Vanessa arched her back up and they met in a kiss, a deep, silent one. Cassandra could taste herself. Her lips were sticky with her own dew. She pulled away. Vanessa found the first words to break the silence startlingly brutal, yet strangely endearing. "When I saw you on the first day of class...I knew this was how I wanted to see you someday." Vanessa giggled and looked down. She pulled a tissue from her bag and began to clean her face up, but only after she licked what she could off her own face. "I should let you go for the night. Office hours are wrapping up." "Yeah...I need to be going. I have dinner with him tonight." Vanessa slowly stood up. Despite her short frame relative to Cassandra, she had a long pair of legs. She stood before her TA, her back tilted just slightly to put her perky little breasts tantalizingly within reach of Cassandra, who looked up at her. Cassandra's hands ran over the sides and front of her skintight jeans. She could feel the warmth. "Very nicely done. Next time," she commented, resting both hands between Vanessa's legs, "I'm finally going to fuck you." "Really?" A look of excitement and some confusion took over on Vanessa's face. In one smooth move, she rose up, roughly groping Vanessa's round ass as she stood over the girl, an inch from her. "Try not to think about it too hard when he's inside you later." She slapped Vanessa's ass playfully and led her to the door. "Have a good night, Cassandra." "Already did." Vanessa smiled at her and began walking down the hallway. Cassandra watched her butt sway back and forth. She recalled the first time they did this, when Vanessa was so ashamed she had canceled their dinner date with her boyfriend. Now, it had become a part of her routing. She envied her boyfriend, briefly. She knew he'd be another beneficiary of all this excitement. So be it. She had what she needed from the girl, for now. She even let out the slightest grin at the thought her boyfriend might taste Cassandra on her lips when they kissed. Then she had a delicious image of Vanessa cross her mind, with her jeans half-down, bent over her desk. "Soon." She told herself aloud, shutting the door and making her way back to her desk. She quickly gave the seat a wipe with a tissue before sitting down. As she did, her Facebook window made a notification noise. "Hmm." She opened the window. Her eyes widened. Laura, in a selfie. The caption. "Bachlorette Party Shopping!!" A form fitting dress. A side profile. Those legs. That body. That face. Vanessa was her new student. Laura was still her first. She smiled. She hadn't heard from her since she wore her panties. That was six months ago. Maybe she was intoxicated from the hot young future journalist she held a spell over, but she was imbued with confidence. She remembered Laura would be wed soon. "Lookin' hot. ;-) Miss you as a friend. Let's catch up?" Message sent. She leaned back in her chair, more than satisfied with her afternoon's work. In truth, the photo was from hours ago. Laura was now fully bored out of her skull, being read a breakdown of how much various flower arrangements would cost. Her maid of honor, Sandra, sat next to her. Her phone vibrated. A welcome distraction. She pulled it out. Saw the message. Saw the sender. Her face trned red. The older woman at the desk was too involved in the flowers to notice. "What's the matter?" Sandy whispered. "Nothing, nothing. Just an unexpected message." Laura had been thankful Cassandra hadn't pushed the issue, because she honestly wasn't sure if she would have strayed again. As it was, that night all those months ago had seemed more and more like a fever-dream, a one-time mistake made by a girl, not a woman. She was getting married now. That was an indiscretion, nothing more. But she felt that shudder. Maybe Cassandra just wanted to catch up? Maybe she didn't remember... Laura did. Her mind was in another room for a few seconds. "Laura? Laura!" The woman got her attention. "Have you made your decision yet?" "No, um, I'm sorry. I need some time to think." "Of course dear! This is your day. Don't do anything rash." "Of course. Nothing rash." Laura wasn't even sure what she was referring to anymore. "Will you have a decision after the weekend?" "Of course. Give me the weekend." Sandy looked confused by her best friend's sudden distance. "Yeah, Laura's had a long week. She'll, uh, sleep on it.". "Yeah, definitely." Laura was still visibly distant. "Thanks for your time." "Thank you dear! I'm sure you'll do the right thing." "Of course." Sandy had a look of puzzlement on her face. Laura turned and walked out of the room. She shrugged at the woman behind the desk, who could only smile, then followed her friend out. She wondered what'd gotten into her? Only Laura knew.