15 comments/ 34719 views/ 25 favorites Red Lipstick Temptations By: HeyAll The perfect picture is never far away. *** Emmy was considered to be the most popular professor on campus. She had a certain way with students. There was a passion with what she did. And she loved teaching students. Among other courses, Emmy taught painting, sculptures, and photography. What she loved about art was the free expression. A person could bare their soul on the images they create. That's always what Emmy strived to do with her art work. That's what Emmy strived to teach her students. And she always kept an open mind... *** It was the second week of Fall semester. Class had ended and the students cleaned their painting supplies. Most of the students had left by the time Emmy began to clean her own things. Others put the final touches on their art projects. But there was one student who caught the professor's eye. It was the very beautiful Violet, the intriguing art student. Violet was sort of a mystery to the professor. She was a little older than most students, mid or late-20's, the professor estimated. She had a confidence and sassiness that made her appealing. She was beautiful. Fashion model beautiful. Plenty of college boys tried flirting with her on the first day of class. Some of the girls had looked at her enviously too. What especially made Violet so eye-catching was the bold red lipstick she wore for each class. It was a strong colored lipstick and it looked vibrant against her light complexion. Emmy gathered her belongings after cleaning up. Then she put on her jacket and scarf. Even as she approached middle-age, Emmy still dressed like a hipster. That's because she always lived in a hipster area, and her parents were huge hippies. All of the students had left, except for Violet, who finally began to clean up her things. Emmy was ready to leave and they made eye contact. Both of them were about to say something to break the awkwardness. "You know, I'm actually a big fan of yours," Violet said as she put some of her art supplies away. "Really?" "I'm familiar with your stuff. That's why I enrolled in this class. I wanted to learn from the master artist." There was a playfulness & seriousness in the student's voice. It was a genuine comment which the professor appreciated. Emmy smiled, "I'm hardly a master. But I appreciate the nice words. Most students don't know about my side work." "That's a shame. You're a gifted woman." "That's very sweet of you to say. It's always nice to be acknowledged." Violet winked, "You deserve all the praise." There was a brief moment of awkward silence between them, as Emmy was already packed up and ready to go, while Violet still had a scattered mess to clean. "So are you an art major?" Emmy asked. "It's actually a minor," Violet replied. "I'm majoring in apparel & merchandise. I'd like to work in the fashion industry someday." Emmy looked the student over. There was a confidence and style which the student possessed. "You've certainly got the style for it." "Thanks." "Anyway, it was nice talking to you," Emmy said. "You too. I'm really enjoying this class so far." "Well, there's plenty more. This semester is going to be a lot of fun." "And I look forward to it," the student smiled. *** In many ways, being a good artist is like being the perfect student. There's always a need to learn and explore. The artist can never stop growing. That was Emmy's mentality for her work. That was her mentality for her personal life. That was her philosophy. As the semester went on, Emmy found herself constantly being amazed by her students. Just like every year. She was impressed by what students were able to create once they learned the proper techniques and found the right confidence. That was the real perk of the job. With over a hundred students that semester, it was impossible to get to know each student on a personal level. But she tried. She always enjoyed going around the room to speak with students, to find out their needs and interests. And then there was Violet. The seemingly mysterious student in Emmy's painting class. Violet had a confident demeanor which was unshakable. It was like she didn't give a shit about what people thought. She knew she was special, and she wasn't shy about it. They talked here & there. But in Emmy's opinion, not nearly enough. *** Emmy sat in her office and used the computer. As usual, there were plenty of emails to keep her busy. Most were from students with an array of different questions. There was a knock by the open door, and Emmy looked to see Violet standing there, looking as sassy as ever. The student wore a sleek black dress with boots, along with an array of bracelets and necklaces. Emmy was envious of the student's gorgeous style. "Am I interrupting anything?" Violet asked in a polite manner. "Not at all. Just getting to my emails. Did we have an appointment?" "Nope. This is entirely impromptu. Do you mind? I can always come back later if you want." Emmy gestured to an empty seat. "It's fine. Take a seat." The student sat across from the professor. Emmy watched as Violet gracefully adjusted her dress and sat with perfect posture. The red lipstick around Violet's mouth had an intoxicating appeal to it. "The reason I'm here is because I've heard you're looking for a paid model for a winter retreat." Emmy raised an eyebrow. "Where did you hear that?" "I have my sources in the modeling community," the student smiled. "Well, you've heard correct. It's something the art professors do every year. You know, where we drink coffee, have some wine, and be the cultural elitists snobs that we are." Violet laughed. "Is that right?" "It is. But mostly, we make art. We hire some models, and we paint, photograph, sculpt, or whatever. Then we use the artwork for upcoming art exhibits. It's a great way for us to fine-tune our craft and to make some extra money on the side." "Sounds like fun." "Very much so. It's at a small resort, about 20 miles away. We stay there for a few days. I'm assuming you're a model." Violet nodded. "A fairly experienced model, I might add." "You certainly have the appearance & attitude of a model." Violet winked. "Thank you, professor." "I appreciate the inquiry. Any other time, a model like you would immediately be accepted." "You're declining my offer?" "Unfortunately, I have to," Emmy replied. "It's sort of an unofficial policy that we have. We don't invite students for this kind of retreat." Violet's facial expressions remained confident. "I don't think I've ever been turned down before." "I'm sorry." "Now you've made me curious. What's the nature of this retreat?" "Nude art," Emmy replied, with a hint of embarrassment. "That's what the artwork is about there. And that's why we don't offer the modeling jobs to students at this university." "But this university has nude models in a few of the art classes. What's the difference?" "That's on campus. The retreat is off-campus. It's to avoid any legal issues. I hope you understand." "Is there any reason you guys do this at a private retreat?" Violet asked. "Why not do it on campus, or at a private studio." "The retreat is gorgeous during the winter. It provides for some truly stellar images. And the natural surroundings really brings something out of the models we work with." Violet gave a sly smile. "Now I'm even more interested. This art retreat sounds like fun. I'll reduce my price, and I promise to give you inspiration like you've never had before." For a brief moment, the professor was surprised by the student's persistence. She knew she was dealing with a person who never took 'no' for an answer. And who could possibly refuse a young woman like Violet? "I don't think the other professors would approve of this," Emmy finally responded. Violet shrugged. "Who cares what they think?" "I do." "Then maybe they won't have to know. When is the retreat?" "December 19 through 22, if I'm not mistaken." "Then why don't we meet on December 18?" Violet asked, as if the answer was so obvious. "We'll show up a day early. Then I'll leave. None of your colleagues will know I was there." Emmy paused for a moment. "I'll think about it." "Don't keep me waiting too long, professor. I usually have a busy schedule during that time of year." The student winked, stood up, and left the office. Emmy was left to contemplate the firm offer. *** Many years ago, when Emmy was in college, there was a particular professor she admired. It was the professor of a literature course. Emmy loved to read. The professor who taught that course was an older hispanic woman. Beautiful & graceful in every way. It was inevitable that they eventually became friends, even beyond the traditional professor/student relationship. They had the same interests, taste in books, and a passion for supporting women's rights in the city which they lived. They hung out more often. They spent more time together. Emmy became infatuated with the brown skinned latina professor. She took another course with that professor in the following year. They made more appointments together to work on her essays, but really, it was just an excuse to spend more time together. They both knew it. One day, the beautiful hispanic Professor invited Emmy to lunch at a park. They talked about life and their goals. They talked about their passions and desires. And everything in between. The professor leaned in to kiss Emmy on the lips, and Emmy instinctively turned away after their lips briefly touched. Afterwards, their relationship was never the same after the awkward moment. To this very day, Emmy still wondered what could have been. Did she make the right decision? Did she make the wrong decision? As Emmy thought about her past professor from decades ago, she thought about her current student, Violet. Emmy knew she was headed towards a slippery slope. She felt herself approaching a line which shouldn't be crossed. She felt herself straddling the unofficial code of conduct that professors take seriously. Would the risk be worth it? She wondered. *** Class had ended and the students began leaving. Emmy was behind with her clean up because she had been busy helping a student. The professor washed her hands & supplies in the sink, as the room was becoming more and more quiet with the students making their way out. When Emmy turned around, she saw Violet sitting on a desk, with her legs crossed. It was a sexy pose, and the artistic side of Emmy wanted to take a picture right then and there. There were also photographs on the table, right next to where Violet was sitting. Emmy knew the pictures were for her to look at. "What's that?" Emmy asked. "Something I want to show you." Emmy approached the seductive student and looked at the photographs, which were neatly spread on the table. All of the photographs were of Violet. They were professional quality pictures, taken by a professional photographer. Violet looked stunning in each photograph. She was totally comfortable being in front of the camera. She was just a complete natural at being a model. "You look beautiful here," Emmy noted. "This is what I offer. If you're looking for a good model, then I'm at your service." "I haven't made a decision yet." "Afraid someone might find out?" Violet asked casually. "I won't tell. I'm good at keeping secrets. Believe me, a big part of what I do is keeping secrets. Especially the secrets of other women." "This sort of thing shouldn't be secret. The art community is very trustworthy of each other." "Professor, I notice the way you look at me. Don't worry, I don't judge. I like you too." Emmy became defensive. "I'm not..." "Here's the deal," Violet said, cutting the professor off. "I'll pose for you. My services will be free. In exchange, I want copies of all the photographs. I promise I won't re-distribute them anywhere. You own all the rights. I just want a set of images for myself." Emmy looked directly at the student. There was a sincerness in Violet's eyes and in her voice. "Why?" "Because I know that I won't look like this forever," Violet candidly replied. "So it's nice to have these kinds of pictures to keep. It'll be something I have to look back on, always." "I understand your point." "Plus, I'd like to learn from you. Beyond the classroom, I mean. I'd like to see firsthand how you create your gorgeous visuals." Emmy gave a flattered smile, which she tried to hold back. She was running out of excuses to deny the persistent student. After a moment, she realized that there weren't any excuses left. "Okay, fine," Emmy said. "We'll do private modeling sessions together at the retreat, before the other professors arrive." "You won't be disappointed, professor. I promise." "I doubt that I will." "Send me an email with the location. I'll be there." Violet gave a pleased expression and turned to walk away. "You forgot your pictures," Emmy pointed out. "Keep them. Those are for you." The student left. And Emmy wondered if she was beginning to cross a boundary that no professor should cross with a student. Soon enough, she was going to find out. *** Weeks later. Towards the end of the semester, Emmy and Violet met for coffee at the University cafe. It was much too busy and crowded for anyone to hear their private conversation. They were in their own little world as they talked about their lives and experiences. Emmy revealed that she had been an art enthusiast all her life. Plus she had the background for it. Her father was a ballet instructor. Her mother was a stage actress. Creativity was practically in her genes. What she enjoyed most about creating art was capturing the beauty in all things. In her mind, beauty can be found in anything pure. It was just a matter of searching for it. She also revealed that she was a single woman. Sure, there had been a few serious relationships over the years, but none of them seemed to work out. There were perks to living alone, she explained. There was a sense of freedom to it. She could do whatever she wanted, at any hour. But she admitted that it would be nice to have someone special in her life. Violet revealed that she had moved to the city a few years ago. She lived alone in a small apartment. And she supports herself financially by doing modeling work and other things. It was in her early 20's that she was approached by a woman to pose. Violet fell in love with the work. She loved posing. She loved displaying her beauty. And she loved being admired. It gave her more confidence in life. Confidence to do whatever she needed in order to be an independent woman. They had a lot in common, despite their age difference. Soon, the age thing didn't matter anymore. Neither did the student/teacher aspect. They began seeing each other as friends. *** Weeks later. The semester had ended and Emmy arrived at the small resort area in the early morning. It was in an elevated area surrounded by mountains. Snow was all around. It had the perfect scenery. It was the perfect place to make all kinds of art. She watched as Violet arrived and parked her car. The student carried a small bag with her. It was the first time that Emmy had ever seen Violet without red lipstick on. Emmy noted that Violet had very pretty lips. They hugged and made small talk. There was nothing but smiles between them. "Beautiful, isn't it?" Emmy asked, gesturing to their surroundings. "Absolutely gorgeous." They went inside the resort and Violet got settled into to her room. Afterwards, they had breakfast together. Even though they had only known each other for a few months, they felt like old friends. "You must be exhausted from the drive," Emmy said in a motherly way. "Shall we begin after lunch?" "No way. We're here for one reason. I want to take advantage of our time together." Emmy nodded. "Okay. Any preferences?" "What do you mean?" "Outdoors? Indoors? Is there anything you want to do?" Violet thought for a moment. "It's wonderful outside. And it's not that cold either. Why don't we play in the snow?" "Sounds good." "Naked, of course." There was no sense of shame or embarrassment in Violet's voice. She sounded like someone who knew what she was doing. And she did. Violet was young, but she was a pro. She was someone who was experienced with nudity in front of the camera. And it was something she embraced. And that slightly caught Emmy off guard. "We don't have to do that," Emmy said uncomfortably. "It won't be necessary for today. We have other models coming soon." Violet raised an eyebrow. "Why? Are you afraid of seeing your student with no clothes on?" "It's not that. I've seen plenty of students during live modeling." "Then?" "It's a little awkward," Emmy finally stated. "That's all. You know, we've really gotten to know each other. So we shouldn't have to do this." It was a bullshit excuse and weak reasoning. And Violet saw right through it. Violet gave a faint smile. "It's funny. Aren't I supposed to be the nervous one? After all, I'm the one taking my clothes off. Not you." "I'm not nervous." "Call it whatever you want. But I think we're both here to make some awesome artwork together, aren't we?" This time, it was Emmy's turn to smile. "I think we are." "Then it's settled. Erotic art, here we come." Both women smiled at each other before taking another sip of coffee, as a gesture that they were going to make some unbelievable work together. * An hour later. After refreshing in their rooms, and changing their clothes, they met in the lobby and headed outdoors. Emmy was dressed in her usual hipster style, complete with a long scarf around her neck. She also brought an expensive camera with her. But it was Violet who made the big transformation. Her hair was fixed nicely. Her make up was done to look glamorous. Red lipstick made her face look far more womanly. High heels were on her feet. She wore a silk robe to cover her body. A few heads turned when Violet walked by. But it was a very liberal area, and most people knew that the resort was commonly used by art enthusiasts, so they were used to seeing beautiful models walking around. They went outside. Snow had recently fallen. But at that point, the sun had come out. It wasn't too cold. It was bearable. Further they went towards a private outdoor area. There were trees, snow on the ground, and a mountain scenery. The last thing Emmy wanted was for people to see the nude shoot. "We can always do this indoors," Emmy said. "You must be freezing." "I'm fine. And this is what we're here for, right? This beautiful scenery. It'll make for amazing shots." "That's true. But I'm assuming you want to lose the robe. Can you handle the temperature then?" "We'll find out soon enough," Violet replied. "So how should we start? You be the guide." Emmy prepped her camera. "Do what feels natural to you. Act like this is the first time you've ever seen the trees, the snow, or the sun. Act like this is the first time you've ever been outside." "Emotional instructions. Interesting." "I find that whatever a model thinks, it shows subtly on their facial expressions and physical reactions. I always go for something genuine. That makes for amazing photographs." "See, I'm learning already. You're a wonderful teacher." Violet raised her arms and she twirled around, with her heels rubbing against the snow covered dirt. Snapshots were taken by Emmy's camera. The process had begun, and already she realized the true beauty and potential that Violet had. The girl was a natural when it came to modeling. Red Lipstick Temptations "How am I doing so far?" Violet asked, striking other poses. "Amazing. Like you've done this a million times before." Violet posed alongside the trees. "That's because I have. I love modeling. And I love being naked." There was a candor in Violet's voice, like she wanted to share. Like she wanted to let the professor know that nothing was off limits. And with Violet's personality, nothing would be off limits. "You certainly have the confidence for nude modeling," Emmy said, taking even more pictures. "Do you ever pose nude for other artists?" "Sometimes." "For who?" Violet asked. There were more snaps from the camera as Violet struck different poses around the snowy forest area. "I pose for other artists occasionally. We take turns painting each other. It can feel quite liberating at times." "Maybe we should try that together." For a moment, Emmy couldn't tell if Violet was being serious, or if she was just being a tease. Emmy gulped. "Let's focus on you right now." "As you wish." Violet turned her back to the professor. Then she loosened the robe and dropped the top to her shoulders. More snaps from the camera. Each pose looked like a deliberate tease. Emmy didn't know whether Violet was teasing the camera, or her. There was a clear seduction with everything that Violet did. "Can you close your eyes for a moment, please?" Violet asked. It was a question which had completely baffled Emmy. In all her years of working with nude models, she had never been asked to look away in the middle of working on a project. "Any reason why?" "Just do it, please," Violet replied sincerely. "Okay," Emmy said. "My eyes are closed." While Emmy closed her eyes, she heard a brief shuffling noise. "It's okay to open them now," Violet said. When Emmy opened her eyes, she saw Violet holding the thin robe to cover her chest and crotch. Other than the robe, Violet was completely naked underneath. It looked like a vulnerable sight as Violet approached full nudity. "Beautiful," Emmy said instinctively. She immediately wished she hadn't made a comment on the student's body. She rarely ever commented on physical appearance in the midst of working with a nude model. But in that moment, the word just slipped from her mouth. "I'm glad you like." The camera snapped several more times as Violet made different poses. With each pose, Violet continued holding the robe over her breasts and crotch. It was more teasing. More games. More seduction to the camera. Deep down, Emmy wished the robe was already gone. A part of her was actually kind of excited to see what Violet looked like naked. "You're right," Violet said, with a slight shiver in her voice. "I'm freezing. I'm really really cold." "Shall we go inside?" "Not yet." "Why?" "You like emotions, right?" Violet asked. "It makes the pictures more provocative. Well right now, I feel pain. I feel agony. My body is being tortured. My skin feels like it's being burned." Emmy snapped another photo. "I can tell from the way your body is reacting." "Do you like seeing me so vulnerable and in pain?" Emmy hesitated, then took another picture. "Yes." There was a faint smile on Violet's face. She bent down and grabbed a handful of snow. Then she brought the snow behind her robe. She rubbed the snow, hard, on each of her breasts. "It hurts," Violet said, pressing the icy cold snow against her tits. "Then why do it?" Violet dropped the snow. "Do you want to see how hard my nipples are from the cold?" The question made Emmy pause and take a breath. "Only if you're willing to show the camera." Violet responded by lowering the right side of her robe. She exposed her right breast to the camera, which was small and upturned. She exposed her small pink nipple. It was completely stiff from the touch of the snow. Then Violet lowered the other side of the robe. Both of her small tits were exposed. Both of her small pink nipples were rock hard. Emmy wanted to comment on how cute she thought the hard nipples looked, but she refrained. All the while, Violet stared into the camera with a seductive gaze. Emmy had never seen anything like that before, and it made her feel something distinct between the legs. Emmy couldn't remember the last time she was so aroused during a nude photoshoot. The only thing she knew was that this was different. Very different. Her student was having a profound effect on her. Then Violet quickly pulled the robe up to cover both breasts, putting an end to the spectacular image. "People are coming," Violet said, referring to the footsteps from afar. "Do you mind turning around?" "Of course not." Emmy turned around and listened to the sound of Violet getting dressed. It was a depressing sound, as she wanted to see more. "That's enough of the outdoors," Violet said with a shaky voice. "I'm so cold that my cunt might turn to ice. Can we go back inside now?" They looked each other in the eyes. "Absolutely." As they walked back towards the resort, there was a brief moment of silence between them, before Violet had the last word. "I'm saving the best for last. When we're in private and no one is around. You won't be disappointed." Violet winked and they continued walking. *** Temptations had surrounded Emmy all her life. Growing up in a city environment, she was surrounded by many things. Some good. Some bad. The older she got, the more she saw, and the more she was exposed to. And through it all, she always remained the 'good girl.' She was a woman who never forgot her roots. She still tended to her older parents. She still visited them on the weekends to bake cookies and do family things. In her professional career, as a college professor, Emmy felt the temptations from her students. It was a dirty little secret that most professors faced from their students. Meaning, at the end of a semester, it was fairly common for a small number of students to email a professor and ask to go out for drinks. It was a common thing for most male professors. Female students would often ask for a coffee appointment, with a subtle hint that it would lead to sex. Emmy encountered the same things. From male students. And from female students who were strong feminists with not-so-subtle sapphic leanings. She never accepted. But God knows she was curious. It's like what most studies say; no woman is totally straight. Sure, Emmy had her fantasies. But she would never admit them to anyone. She fantasized about many of her female students. Not based entirely on looks. She fantasized about students based on their personality most of the time. She enjoyed thinking about women who were smart, strong, and independent. That was her preference. Emmy would imagine the encounters taking place in her private office, an empty classroom, or in her bedroom. But in that afternoon, as Emmy masturbated privately in her room, she imagined herself with Violet. Only Violet. Increasingly, that fantasy felt like it would soon become a reality... *** Later that evening. After having an early dinner together, they met in Emmy's room. The plan was for Violet to sit by the open window, which faced an incredible view, while Emmy painted. Once again, Violet wore the same thin robe. The same high heels. And the same bold red lipstick. They fully understood that it was going to be a nude portrait. There was anticipation in the air. Emmy arranged her painting supplies as Violet paced the room. "What are you doing after this?" Emmy asked. "Are you going to see your family for the holidays?" "Definitely. And you?" "I always do. We all live in the same area. My parents and my sisters. And my extended family also." "That's great. It seems like all you do is work." Emmy nodded as she fixed her supplies. "Well, I love what I do." "I can tell. You have a genuine passion for art. That's partly why I like you so much. I admire passionate women." "So do I." As the professor nearly finished arranging her things, she saw Violet looking in the mirror, pressing her lips together to make sure that the lipstick was perfect. "May I ask, why the red lipstick?" Emmy questioned. "You always wore it to class. And you wore it during this morning's photoshoot." "It's part of the company I work for. High Heels, Red Lipstick." "I've never heard of them." "It's a private company," Violet replied. "Very exclusive. They only cater to women." "Oh, well, their name matches their product, it seems. The lipstick looks gorgeous on you. So do the heels." "Thank you," Violet smiled. "The red lipstick symbolizes female power. Female confidence. And female sexuality. And these heels, they don't really symbolize anything. They just look really sexy." "It definitely seems to work." "Would you like to try my heels?" "Oh, no thanks." "Why? We're almost the same size." "I'd rather we focus on work," Emmy replied. "Isn't this part of the work? Isn't exploring part of the art? That's what you've taught us all semester, isn't it?" Emmy gave a polite expression. "We're here to paint you. I'm not the model today." "That's too bad. I think you'd look great in these heels. And the lipstick. You usually look so plain. Not that there's anything wrong with that." "I like the way I dress." Violet looked the professor over. "From a fashion perspective, you do well with what you have. But we're in a private little room at a resort. No one is around. Don't you want to look extra sexy? Just for fun." "Please, I'm much too old to play dress up." "No you're not. You're in your prime. When I look at you, I see a gorgeous and experienced woman. A real woman. That makes you so attractive. I think you should realize what you have." Violet went to her small bag of beauty products. She briefly sifted through her cosmetics and found the red lipstick. Then she approached the professor, who seemed timid. "Hold still," Violet said, opening the cap of the lipstick. "Open your mouth. I'm going to transform you." Emmy held still and opened her mouth while Violet applied the lipstick. Never have they been so physically close before. They were face to face. And they looked at each other. Violet looked carefully at the professor's mouth as she applied the lipstick. "There," Violet said. "Look in the mirror. Tell me what you think." Emmy went to the mirror. Violet stood beside her. They both looked at their reflections. The professor looked closely at herself. She never wore much make-up. It wasn't her thing. But she was amazed by how the bold red color on her lips had transformed her appearance. She didn't exactly love it. But she didn't hate it either. It was just something different. Something fun. Emmy pressed her lips together and looked again. "It looks...interesting," Emmy said. They continued looking in the mirror together. "You always look good. But this brings out a different side to you. A side which says, that you're a woman who knows what she wants." Emmy nodded. "I think you're right." "So, professor, what do you want?" There was innuendo in Violet's voice. Emmy was left wondering if Violet had figured everything out. She wondered if Violet had seen right through her. She wondered if the student had realized her lesbian fantasies. Of course she did. Violet was a pro when it came to human sexuality. Although Emmy was much older, she was still relatively inexperienced when it came to matters of sexual exploration. "What do you think I want?" Emmy asked, then she gulped. Violet put her hands on the professor's shoulders and gave a gentle tug to turn the professor's body. "Face me. Relax." They faced each other. They looked each other deep in the eyes. Emmy was no fool. She knew what was going to happen next. She knew what Violet wanted to do. Emmy looked closely at Violet's red lips. And in typical Emmy fashion, she worried about her career and all the possible implications. "It's against University policy for us to..." Violet leaned forward and planted a heavy kiss on Emmy's lips. Their red lipstick covered mouths touched. It gave both of them a tingly feeling inside as they shared a sapphic embrace. The kiss ended and Violet leaned back. "Screw the University. Do you like the way my lips feel?' "I do," Emmy admitted after a few seconds of pause. "Then what's the problem?" Violet leaned forward and gave another kiss. This time, it was far more gentle and loving. Then another. After each kiss, Violet leaned back and looked the art professor in the eyes. "Why are you kissing me?" Emmy asked. Violet didn't answer yet. She didn't want to. Not yet. What she wanted was to give another kiss. She bent forward and kissed the professor again. Then again. None of the kisses were stopped by Emmy, who simply remained still and absorbed the soft kisses. The room filled with wet slurping noises as their lips continuously met. "I'm kissing you because you're smart, beautiful, and you're an awesome woman." Their lips touched again. "I feel the same about you," Emmy replied. They kissed again. Violet raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how do you feel about me?" "I love your confidence. And you're flawless. Obviously I'd kill to have a face & body like yours." "Well, you shouldn't. I think you're flawless too." Violet wrapped her hands behind the neck of the professor. She pulled the professor close. They kissed fully on the mouth. It was the first full lesbian kiss that the professor had ever felt, and it was spectacular. This time, their tongues came out and touched. It added a new level of dirtiness to their erotic embrace. Their tongues wrestled and pressed tightly together. There was a soft feminine feeling to the kiss which overwhelmed Emmy. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. From that kiss, Emmy knew that Violet had done this plenty of times before with older women. Once again, the kiss ended. They looked each other straight in the eyes, only inches apart. "Do you mind if I open my robe?" Violet asked sensually. "I think it's time." The young woman opened her robe, but she didn't remove it entirely. The robe was still on her body, but she opened it enough to expose her slender figure. Her small breasts were exposed, pink nipples hardened, and her cleanly shaven vagina was on display. Emmy took the sight in. The young woman was simply stunning. And Emmy was speechless for a moment. "Touch me," Violet said. "Anywhere you want. Don't be afraid." Emmy's hands were the key to her success. She relied on her hands to create her artwork. She relied on the steadiness and precision of her fingers to build her career. She had soft gentle hands. At that moment, those same hands lifted to touch the breast of a college student. Emmy softly cupped Violet's small upturned breasts from the bottom. Then she lifted her fingers and rubbed Violet's small pink nipples. Then she pinched them softly. "Not so bad, is it?" Violet asked. Emmy continued rubbing. "No." "Do you like the way I feel?" "I do. You're soft and warm." "Kiss my nipples," Violet said. "I know you've been thinking about it since this morning. I can tell you like them. Go ahead." Emmy paused for a moment. The student had seen right through her. At that point, there was no point in denying anything. Her dark fantasy was already exposed. While her hands were still on Violet's breasts, she bent her head down and kissed the left pink nipple. She kissed the nipple again. Then she licked it. Finally, the professor took the nipple inside of her mouth and sucked on it. Afterwards, she sucked the other nipple of the young woman. Doing it was much more erotic than she could have ever imagined. "Now it's my turn," Violet said. "Remove your clothes." Emmy hesitated. "I don't think I should." "You know, before I came here, I was excited to have you take portraits of my body. But secretly, I also wanted to take portraits of your body too. I think you have an awesome body. So what do you say? Both of us get naked. And we'll make some bad-ass artwork together." "What do you plan on doing?" Emmy asked. Violet thought for a moment. "First, we begin with more foreplay. I love foreplay. Then I'll give you the orgasm of your life. Finally, I'd love to paint you and capture your post-orgasm bliss. Then you can return the favor. You can make me orgasm and then paint my portrait. Does that sound like something you'd be interested in, professor?" The professor took a deep breath. She needed it. After all, she was about to cross a sexual & ethical line she had never crossed before with either a student or a model. "I'm interested." Violet smiled, "Then what are you waiting for? I'm dying to see you naked." Another deep breath. Then Emmy undid her outfit. She undressed, piece by piece, while Violet watched attentively. There was no teasing or sensuality to Emmy's undress. That wasn't her thing. She wasn't a person who moved sexy or made sexy movements. She was just herself. Emmy undressed like she was in the doctor's office. Except instead of a medical examination, she was about to engage in a lesbian experience with a beautiful young woman. It wasn't long before Emmy was totally naked. She was in decent shape. Mostly thanks to yoga. Her body reflected her age. Slightly sagging breasts, large brown nipples (which had become hard), rounded hips & backside, and a thick patch of pubic hairs which probably needed trimming. Violet looked the professor over. "I love it." "You do?" Emmy asked, unsure of herself. She felt self-conscious standing naked in front of the gorgeous young model. "I think you're stunning. I love older woman. I always have. My career revolves around professional & intelligent older women like you." "I've never done this before," Emmy admitted. "I've never been with another woman. And I've certainly never been with a student or any of my models. So forgive me if I'm not very good at this." Violet dropped her robe and stood naked. "Just be yourself. That's all I want. I want you to be Emmy, the caring and beautiful art professor." They tongue kissed again. This time, they were fully naked. They held each other and their naked bodies were pressed tightly. Their breasts mashed together and their nipples hardened even further. It was a lust filled moment and Emmy felt overcome with her sexual desires. When the kiss ended, Emmy felt a sense of disappointment that it was over. But she knew there would be plenty more kissing later. And she was excited for what was next to come. "Bend over the dresser," Violet said. "Hands on the table. I want you to stare at your reflection in the mirror. Oh, and spread your legs too." The words sent a shiver & excitement up Emmy's spine. She did what she was told. She went to the dresser, bent over, put her hands on the table, and look at her reflection in the mirror, just inches away. Most importantly, she kept her legs spread. She saw the reflection of Violet getting down on her knees, right behind Emmy's backside. Emmy nearly blushed, knowing that the beautiful young model had a clear view of her anus and vagina. What's going to happen next? Oh god, what's going to happen? Emmy felt her bottom being rubbed by the soft hands. It was done in a caressing way. Then it was massaged. Then rougher. Her butt was being massaged harder like a person kneading dough. Then Emmy felt her cheeks being spread apart by the two hands. Wide apart. She knew that her entire anus & vagina were fully exposed to the beautiful student of hers. "Keep your eyes on the mirror," Violet said. "Keep looking at your beautiful face and red lipstick." Red Lipstick Temptations Emmy complied. "Okay." "Now relax. I know what I'm doing. I know how to give pleasure. I want you to enjoy this, professor." Being called 'professor' at that moment was so erotic. Emmy looked at her naked reflection in the mirror. She saw the red lipstick on her lips, which sexualized her appearance. It was like a big fantasy coming true. That was topped off by the feeling of a warm wet tongue going up & down her sexual parts. She was being licked down below. The tongue was skilled and professional. The tongue knew exactly which spots to reach, and what felt good to another woman. Violet was right. Violet had done this many times before, and she was an expert in female satisfaction. Emmy's mouth opened and she moaned. She stared at the red lipstick around her mouth while Violet ate her pussy. "Oh my goodness," Emmy gasped. "Where on earth have you learned this? Where have you been all my life?" Violet paused from the oral action. "I'm here now. And I'll teach you all my tricks after you cum." Oh god. Emmy rested her forearms on the dresser as her body became weaker. Never in her life had she felt such oral pleasure. Her sex was being pleasured in a way she had never thought possible. The tongue continued its up & down strokes against her delicate labia. The tongue went inside. Emmy felt her sex being sucked with a strong force. She felt herself becoming warmer. There could have been a blizzard outside and she wouldn't have known. As she continued looking at her face in the mirror, she saw her cheeks becoming redder as her temperature rose. There was also the increasing feeling of more wetness between her legs, which Violet gladly licked away. Then came the finger, which probed the inside of Emmy's warm vagina. The wetness of the vaginal canal showed exactly how Emmy felt at the moment. Then two fingers entered. It stretched Emmy's canal ever so slightly. And it made her gasp. Oh god. "You're going to make me cry," Emmy said, still looking at her own reflection in the mirror. Violet paused from the oral sex, but her fingers kept on going. "But you love it." When the young model returned to giving oral pleasure, she worked her fingers inside Emmy's pussy. Faster and faster. In precise motions which were designed for maximum female pleasure. Emmy groaned loudly as her sex was being stimulated in so many ways. "I can't take much more," Emmy gasped. Violet moved her mouth away. "Then cum already. No one is stopping you." The professor smiled as Violet returned to licking & sucking. The fingers worked faster inside her delicate pussy. The mouth sucked harder. Once again, Violet was right. No one was stopping Emmy from having a powerful orgasm. And it was time to relax and let it all out. The pressure built and built. "Oh my god," Emmy groaned, closing her eyes. "I think I'm going to cum." Violet moved her mouth away. "Think of me while you cum. Think of us together. Think of us, doing anything you want." When the mouth and fingers returned to work, Emmy let her fantasies run wild. It was a dream come true. Her dark fantasy of being with a female student had become a reality. "Oh god!" Emmy came. It was a powerful orgasm that caused her back to arch and her toes to curl. All of her muscles tightened. She used all of her strength to remain bent over with her legs spread. She needed to maintain that position so that Violet could continue the oral sex and finger penetration. Fluids ran down between Emmy's legs. Much of it went inside Violet's sucking mouth. The rest ran down Violet's chin and body. The rest flowed down Emmy's thighs. When it was over, Emmy rested her forehead on the dresser table. She felt the fingers leave her pussy. And she felt the mouth move away too. Then she felt Violet standing next to her, rubbing her hair and back in a soothing way. "Tell me how you feel?" Violet asked. Emmy looked at her. "Like a new woman." *** 6 am. It was still dark outside as Emmy looked through her window. She looked out towards the dark view of the snow covered mountains. She stood naked in her semi-dark room. In the room, there were two paintings. A naked portrait of Violet. And a naked portrait of Emmy. It had been a night of art and sexual exploration. "Morning," Violet groaned from the bed as she awoke. The young model was also still naked. Her bare legs spread across the bed. Her pointed nipples facing the ceiling. "They'll be here in a few hours," Emmy said, referring to the other art professors who were planning to arrive to the resort soon. "I know. I'll leave in a short while." "I really enjoyed this. This was quite a learning experience for me." Violet rolled over and laid on her stomach. Her bare bottom was exposed, and she rested her face on the bedsheet. "So the teacher becomes the student," Violet teased. "I learned a lot from you too. In fact, I'm already enrolled in more of your classes. You're the best professor ever." "Why?" Emmy asked, with her hands playfully on her hips, and her naked body fully exposed as she stood. "Because I made you cum last night?" "Because you're special." Emmy smiled and slowly approached the bed where the naked young woman laid. There was an expression of lust on Emmy's face. Like she wanted more. Violet remained still, laying on her stomach, with her eyes towards the naked professor. Then she raised her butt in the air while her face remained on the bedsheet. She wiggled her butt in the air, to let Emmy know what she wanted (but of course, Emmy already knew, and she wanted the same thing). Then she spread her athletic legs wide, while her face was still laying comfortably on the wrinkled bedsheet which they had shared. Emmy bent over and rubbed the toned athletic legs and bottom. The legs were spread. She admired the view of Violet's exposed sexual areas. Violet had a thin labia, lightly colored, and the inside of her vagina was pink. Emmy leaned down and pressed her face in between. There were sucking and licking noises in the room as Emmy performed oral sex on the relaxed young woman. "This is better than coffee," Violet purred, closing her eyes. Emmy stopped for a moment. "It better be. I'm doing exactly what you taught me last night." There was a smile on Violet's face as the professor went to work orally. Emmy licked and sucked. She tasted her student. She used her tongue to provide pleasure. It was the exact technique she learned last night from Violet. Soon, the other professors would arrive along with the other models. God, if any of them knew what Emmy was doing... But no one would ever know. It was a secret between Emmy and Violet. A secret they would always share. Especially since Emmy had already become hooked to what Violet could provide. The sun was coming up and Emmy knew it was going to be a good day. The End Your votes & comments are appreciated.