The Artist and the Professor

For several years, as she taught various freshman university classes, the first day of school was always a combination of fear, dread, curiosity, hopefulness, and hopelessness. And these were just for her. She knew her students felt the same way.

This year, of course, was no different as she watched the young adults shuffle into her classroom.

Each year, she would try to pick out the ones who would do great without any help, the ones who would do great with a bit of nudging, the ones who would work hard but not do that great, the ones who practically needed their hands held, the heads, the constant skippers, and the troublemakers.

That is not to say that there were no categories in between. However, most students usually fall into those categories. After all these years, she became pretty good at this guessing game, to the point now that she was rarely wrong.

And, each year, she would pick out a student who, in her mind, needed exceptional watching, whether for good or for bad.

One of the girls immediately caught her eye for some reason.

When the girl entered the classroom, she looked as though she wished she were invisible - and dressed that way. Wearing all black, she wore a button-down shirt that was five sizes too big for her, along with a pair of work pants of the same size, held together by a black belt. A black knit winter hat was pulled down tight on her head, covering all of her forehead and forcing her dark hair over her eyes.

The girl did not sit in the corner, but instead chose a spot near the back, near the side, so she was somewhat surrounded yet alone. One of the desks beside her remained unoccupied.

Her eyes downcast, the girl took her seat, quickly opening her notebook and doodling in it as the other students filed in.

On the roll call, Ms. Phillips found her name to be Janine. On answering her name, she did it with hesitation and very quietly, but loud enough for her answer not to be repeated. Cindy Phillips was not at all surprised that Janine did not raise her hand once during class, though she did spend a lot of time taking notes.

For the first three weeks, things went relatively smoothly. Yes, there were a couple of troublemakers - but Ms. Phillips proved quite apt at handling them immediately, many times to the extent that trouble never came from those students again. She was never violent or mean with them; she was stern enough to cause fear.

Never once did Janine raise her hand to ask a question or answer; most of the time, she focused on writing in her notebook. When she was called upon, her answers were always quiet and correct.

A couple of early school-year quizzes proved to Ms. Phillips that Janine was no dummy. She had not thought so. Most of the time, she was the first to put her pencil down after the quiz, then to focus again on her notebook.

During quizzes, Ms. Phillips tended to pace the room, rather than sit at her desk. This not only helped her get her daily step goals, but also helped her make sure there was no cheating going on.

Finally, one day, her curiosity got the best of her, so she timed her walk past Janine's test after Janine had finished the quiz, once again being one of the first students done.

Cindy's eyes quickly fluttered over the notebook page, which she saw was covered with elaborate drawings, detailed, semi-realistic in some areas, very realistic in others, some even grotesque.

Unknowingly, she had paused beside Janine's drawings, gawking at them, when she heard the girl softly clear her desk and move to close the notebook, muttering a "sorry."

When Cindy graded Janine's quiz - another perfect score - she wrote at the bottom, "Your art is quite good. Keep at it!"

A soft, shy smile appeared on Janine's face when she got the quiz and read the note, her face visibly reddening.

But, seconds later, she was back at it.

After a week, some of the artwork began appearing on Janine's homework and quizzes. Cindy continued posting positive comments on her artwork.

Still more curious, Cindy decided to take a step she rarely had taken before: she checked out Janine's social media page in hopes of seeing more of her artwork.

She was not disappointed with numerous artworks featured on all her social media pages. Rarely did Janine post anything about herself or the world around her, mainly focusing on her artwork.

Again, the works were beautiful and sometimes grotesque, but always fascinating. Creatures impossible to imagine were thrown into nightmarish landscapes, where human figures fought them or were consumed.

One day, she came across an age verification page, controlled by one of Janine's aliases. With her curiosity at its best, Cindy paid the fee and took a look at the page.

To her surprise, here the artwork was more exotic, more erotic. Scantily clad women felt monsters only Janine could imagine. Some of the artworks were even more lewd, with the creatures sexually molesting the women, and the women enjoying the attention.

Cindy Phillips, despite herself, found herself becoming very aroused at the artwork. As she looked further, she found some straight-up erotic works, as women pleasured themselves or two women would pleasure each other.

Cindy found an air of familiarity around the characters, recognizing some resemblance to other girls in class, as well as a strong resemblance to Janine herself.

At another point, she came across a drawing showing a character who looked a whole lot like Janine fingering another character to what appeared to be orgasm. Cindy let out a small breath, realizing the other character drew a strong resemblance to herself.

She had already given thumbs up to several of the more erotic drawings. This time, she fought herself for a while before posting "Simply lovely" and leaving it at that.

When Janine sneaked into the classroom the next day, her eyes quickly darted to Cindy Phillips at her desk, a small, shy smile spreading across her face before it turned deep red as she took her seat.

When class ended that day, Janine nervously approached the desk.

"Thank you for the comment on my page," she said quickly and quietly, before spinning on her heels to walk away.

Before Janine had a chance to dart away the next day, Cindy softly put her hand on her shoulder. "If you ever need any help, in any way, please let me know. You are incredibly talented and have the chance to become very successful at this."

Janine smiled, reddened, then quickly exited the classroom.

Cindy hoped she had not crossed a line but found her fears unfounded when Janine put two large notebooks on her desk the next day.

"I did these, there is a story in them, I hope you like them," she said quickly and quietly before leaving the room.

It was the weekend, so Cindy had the opportunity to review the notebooks thoroughly.

The story was terrific, imaginative, and energetic. It told the story of two warrior women who fought side by side, defeating creatures of unimaginable horror in landscapes beyond the imagination of many. Cindy was engrossed in the story, slowly turning each page to take in the beauty of the artwork, while also wanting to turn the pages quickly to catch up on the story.

Once again, she noticed a strong resemblance to herself and Janine in those two main characters. And, of course, neither of the women wore much clothing during their adventures.

A ribbon, a note attached, bound the second notebook: "Please, do not be offended by these next pictures. They are fantasies of mine, but I would never do anything in real life to purposely hurt anyone. I hope you will enjoy them, though, from the comments you've left on my page, I believe you already do. These are explicit and are from the heart <3."

Cindy took the ribbon off.

Inside, the story continued. But by now, the monsters had been defeated. Now, the women made love.

Pages upon pages were filled with explicit artwork like Cindy had never seen before, in almost perfect detail. Tenderly on those pages, the women made love, no detail left to the imagination as fingers, tongues, and toys were used on each other to bring each other to the ultimate pleasure.

Propping the notebooks against a pile of sheets, Cindy lay back, pleasuring herself to the images.

One proved too much, as Janine's character lovingly licked Cindy's character, the wet pleasure of both girls very evident. Cindy's orgasm hit her hard, causing her to squirt a little bit of wetness on her sheets and a little bit on the notepad.

Groaning to herself, Cindy opened the pad so that only that page received the watermark, letting it dry overnight. She handed it back to Janine the next day with a large smile and an apology.

"It was such a good story; I was unable to contain myself."

Janine reddened deeply.

That night, Cindy had a deep, thought-provoking conversation with herself.

She had not been in a faithful romantic relationship for many, many years. She had grown quite lonely. It had been several months since she had made love, even though the last few times had been rather disappointing and unfulfilling.

Meanwhile, she had always maintained a very professional and respectable identity at the university. Never once had anyone suspected her true sexual orientation, nor had she ever given any hints. It was no business but her own and her lovers.

Meanwhile, all of her previous relationships had been with women her age or younger. She had felt a stronger attraction to those women and felt more comfortable.

Never once had she thought or had a fantasy about having sex with a student. Why, the moral ethics would have destroyed her career: How many times had she read headlinings screaming about a professor having an affair with a student. Stories had been written about this. None of them had ever come out well.

Meanwhile, Janine possessed a spectacular talent, not only an artistic one, but also a storytelling one, and a talent for erotic. Her orgasm the night before had been true.

She had also found the girl strangely attractive. She had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, even if hidden by her bangs. Her smile could light up a room, even if it were rarely shown. Even though Janine always wore very baggy clothes, Cindy could tell she was a skinny little girl.

But the thoughts of morality were much too great. She could get fired.

She sighed and opened Janine's pay page, ready to delete her more risqué comments, when she saw a message awaiting her.

"Hey... could you message me at..." with her email address attached.

Cindy gulped and nodded to herself. Perhaps this would be a better approach; maybe she could tell her in real-time and let the girl down gently. Or, maybe Janine was going to let her know that it WAS all fantasy, and she had no attraction to Cindy.

She shot off a quick email, and an invite to a video chat came back.

Cindy sighed. Okay, maybe it would be easier on a video chat. She accepted.

A visibly nervous Janine's face filled the screen, her black knit cap still pulling her hair over her darting eyes. A quick smile covered her face when she saw Cindy.

"I didn't think you would come," Janine said.

Cindy nodded. "I almost did not. But I thought it was best I should. Listen, I wanted to say..."

"Can I come over and draw you? Tonight?"

"Sure," Cindy said without thinking, kicking herself just as the words left her mouth. She paused, getting ready to correct herself, but "Sure" came out again.

Janine grinned. 'K. I will be over in a little bit."

A shy knock came at her door about a half hour later.

Cindy opened the door to a slouching, shy-looking Janine artist pad and pencils in hand. Janine's face brightened when the door opened. "I didn't know if you meant it!" she said somewhat cheerfully.

Cindy nodded and let the girl in, wondering to herself what the hell she had gotten herself into.

Janine reached around the side of the door and grabbed an easel, bringing it inside. "I like real light," Janine said, her eyes darting around. She nodded at the porch. "Still got some sunlight. Wanna go out there?"

Cindy nodded, leading her to the porch.

"How do you want me to pose?" Cindy asked, hoping the nervousness was not showing in her voice."

"Just do what you always do at this time. Read a book, look at your phone, watch TV. I want the first ones to be real."

Cindy smiled and nodded, reclining on a wicker seat as she grabbed her tablet and turned it to the latest novel she had been reading. "Is this good?" she asked, feeling relieved that Janine had asked for a real-life pose.

Janine, taking a nearby seat, set up her easel and notepad, smiled, and nodded, quickly getting to work.

Every few minutes, she would turn the page, asking Cindy to reposition herself.

"We can go to some other places in the house and do some everyday stuff, if you want," Janine said.

Cindy smiled and nodded. "Around now is when I start making myself some supper."

"You don't order out?" Janine asked, her eyebrows shooting up.

Cindy shook her head.

"Then do that! That would be great!" Janine said with genuine excitement in her voice.

Cindy smiled and began working in the kitchen after Janine pulled up a chair and set up her easel and pad again.

Cindy decided that a meal for two would be the best option, preparing a pasta dish she loved and hoping Janine would enjoy.

"That smells great, Ms. Phillips," Janine said at one point.

Cindy smiled and continued working.

She had noticed that Janine had dressed a little differently. Her clothes were all black, as usual, and she still had the knit black hat pulled tightly over her head. She also wore a black sleeveless T-shirt, along with a fine mesh top underneath (also black). She also wore a black skirt, along with dark hose. The large clomping work boots she also wore still covered her feet. Cindy could not help but notice that Janine had a very lithe body, and the girl even showed signs of working out.

As she cooked, Janine frequently drew and turned the pages.

When the cooking was done, the two sat at the table to the feast, exchanging small talk.

"When did you realize you only liked other girls?" Janine blurted out at one point.

Cindy's eyebrows shot up. She had a lot of self-pride in keeping her sexual orientation unknown. "How do you know I am a lesbian?" Cindy asked.

Janine blushed a little bit. "I... kinda assumed. Never said anything to anyone else, but I hardly talk to anyone, so that's easy." She shrugged, taking another bite. "Plus, you know, it takes one to know one."

It was Cindy's turn to blush a little. "I had suspected you might be a lesbian, but I did not know for sure," she said with a reassuring smile.

Janine smiled back. "Never told anyone. Not their business. I know there are a couple of other girls who are, or at least I think they are." She shrugged. "Never found them attractive, though. Not like you." She immediately reddened at that remark.

Cindy chuckled. "Thank you, Janine, and that is very sweet of you to say."

Janine reddened further, looking deep into her dish while shoving food into her mouth. "Would you ever be with anyone like me?" she asked suddenly.

Cindy felt herself get redder. "Janine, you are one of the prettiest girls I know. And one of the smartest, may I add. And you certainly seem very sweet... I'll cut to the chase and say that you're a catch - any woman would be happy to be with you. But... in my position..."

Janine blinked and nodded. "I know. You could get in a lot of trouble. Seen some stories about that stuff." She blinked several more times quickly. Cindy was afraid she might break down and cry.

The two ate in silence for a while. "I would never do anything to get you in trouble, Ms. Phillips."

Cindy smiled. "I know you wouldn't. And please call me Cindy."

Janine beamed at this. "OK, Cindy. I think... I think you are beautiful," she said quickly.

Cindy smiled and blushed. "Thank you," she said quietly.

They finished their meal, and Cindy and Janine cleaned up, leaving the kitchen spotless.

"Can I draw you some more?" Janine asked.

"Of course you can!" Cindy said. "What did you have in mind?"

"More real-life stuff. Like what you do after supper."

"I usually start getting ready for bed, a lot of times I will read some more in bed, or grade homework or tests if I have any."

"We had homework today!" Janine said. "You could do that!"

Cindy nodded.

Janine smiled and bit her lower lip. "I mean, I assume you don't wear your work clothes to bed..."

Cindy smiled softly and shook her head. "I have a nightshirt," she said.

Janine continued smiling and nodded. "OK. Well... if you are comfortable..."

Cindy smiled; her brain was more than a little confused. "Yes, OK," she said.

"I can wear a nightshirt, too, if that makes you feel more comfortable!" Janine said, reaching into her backpack. "Got one here."

Cindy chuckled. "If you wish. I will be right back."

Cindy changed into her nightshirt in the bathroom, choosing one that fell to about the midpoint of her thigh. When she exited the bathroom, she found, to her surprise, that Janine was in a black nightshirt, but was surprised at how short it was. The girl was setting up her easel and pad with her back to Cindy. Cindy could see quite a bit of hint of the bottom of the girl's butt.

It was cute, she thought to herself, groaning to herself and wiping the thought from her mind.

Without a word, she grabbed the homework papers from her folder, put them on the bed, sat cross-legged, and began grading.

Janine went right to work with her pad and pencil.

Her thoughts mired in grading, Cindy spent an hour grading the papers, moving around in bed to get comfortable. By the end of the night, she was lying on her front. She glanced up, finding she was very easily able to see up Janine's shirt, her legs slightly parted, her young pussy just visible in the shadows.

She glanced up. Janine caught her glance and gave her a little smile before going back to work on her drawing.

Cindy finished up with the grading.

"Can I see what you have done so far?" she asked Janine.

Janine smiled, nodded, and handed the notepad over to Cindy, who remained in bed.

The drawings were excellent, beautiful. She marveled at how much Janine had been able to complete in so little time, not only capturing Cindy, but also her surroundings.

"These are extraordinary," Cindy said, leafing through the notebook. "How were you able to fill this up so fast?"

Janine shrugged, her face growing red. "I don't know... I just... I draw. But I have a spectacular fucking model!"

Cindy felt herself growing deep red, choking out a thank you. She looked at the easel. "Did you fill up the second notebook as well?"

Janine shook her head." I got a lot in there, too, but wanna grab a couple of more."

"May I see?"

Janine blushed a little. "Sure but just don't get mad or anything."

"Why would I be mad?" Cindy asked, taking the notebook from Janine as she handed it over.

She saw why when she began leafing through the notebook. Gone were the clothes, as the drawings either portrayed her with little or no clothing.

"These are quite lovely and quite good," Cindy said quietly, still leafing through the folder.

Janine beamed. "Thank you! I'm glad you're not mad!"

"I am not, though I do wish I HAD this kind of body."

Janine giggled. "I've seen enough of it, and I bet you have a great body, Ms. Phill... uh... Cindy!"

Cindy laughed out loud. "Well, I am glad you think so."

Janine silently chewed on her lower lip for a moment. Cindy knew the question fighting in the girl's mind. She wanted to help her out, to say it herself, but her nervousness stopped her.

"I could always draw you naked," Janine said quickly. "I could get naked, too," she added suddenly, then turned a deep red.

Cindy matched the color of her face and fluttered her eyelids down. "I think I could do that, yes," she found herself saying to her amazement.

The girl's face brightened with one of the biggest smiles she had seen.

Janine shot up and took off her nightshirt.

Cindy thought to herself that she was right, the girl did have a great body.

She had not seen a 18-year-old girl naked since she had been 18. But that body, she thought to herself, was stunning. Her beautiful face fell to soft, smooth shoulders, which fell to breasts a bit larger than her own (though she found herself quite small), which led to a smooth sexy little tummy, which led to smooth, sexy legs, between which stuck a cute little mound, a small well kempt tuft of hair perched on top of a full pair of lips peaking from under.

The girl was downright sexy, Cindy thought to herself as she took off her nightshirt.

"Oh wow," Janine said. "You are a fucking knockout, Ms. Phillips." She giggled. "Sorry, Cindy."

Cindy smiled and blushed.

"Ok," Janine said, perching on the office chair and opening her notepad. "Let's get some poses in..."

Cindy felt like a fashion model as she switched from pose to pose in what seemed like a matter of seconds, and Janine drew furiously, sometimes giving little requests and bits of advice for poses.

Cindy posed on her side. She lay on her front. She lay on her front, butt stuck in the air. She sat upright. She lay against the pillows. She lay on her back. She lay in the fetal position.

Janine moved around, pad in hand, drawing intently.

"Spread your legs," Janine said at one point. "A little bit wider... perfect..."

Cindy could feel herself getting wet. She initially tried to hide it, but the poses made it increasingly difficult. She grew aware that Janine probably did not care.

"Can you touch yourself?" Janine asked at one point. Cindy noticed the tone in her voice had changed a little bit - she seemed less shy and reserved, a little bit more professional, almost assertive.

Cindy gulped and began running her finger over her lips. Yes. She was wet.

Janine lay down in the bed on her front, pad in hand, and drawing furiously.

"Can you play with yourself?" Janine whispered.

Cindy slid her finger inside of herself without a word, using her other hand to play with her clit as she gasped in pleasure, moaning and groaning with the pleasure she was bringing herself.

"Beautiful," she heard Janine whisper as the pencil scratched furiously at the pad.

Cindy found herself lost in the moment, lost in herself as she played with herself, her fingers driving in and out of her pussy with wet squishes, her fingers rubbing her clit in time with each stroke. She felt herself growing flushed, growing warmer and warmer, becoming wetter and wetter.

She glanced up again at Janine, who was no longer on her front but was on her back, her legs spread, her young pussy about two feet from hers, those enticing lips just parting enough for her to see the delicious pinkness and a dribble of wetness trickling down her lips - yet still Janine worked with the notepad, drawing, flipping pages, drawing.

The sight of Janine's pussy proved too much for her, as Cindy erupted in orgasm, her body shaking and moans of ecstasy escaping her lips as she felt herself give a tiny satisfying squirt.

She held her hands tight between her squeezed thighs as she trembled in orgasm, her eyes squeezed shut, then she let out a small gasp and collapsed on the bed, small tremors still bouncing through her body as she lay there, sweating, panting slightly, her eyes still shut as she recovered.

She could still hear the scratch of the pad.

When she came to, Janine was at the edge of the bed, still drawing, looking at the curled-up Cindy from near the soles of her feet.

"I can see your butthole, Ms. Phillips!" Janine chirped.

Cindy's body racked with a giggle. "I hope you got a good picture out of it."

Janine held up the pad proudly. "Yep!"

She set down the pad and crawled into bed, curling up next to Cindy in a fetal position, facing Cindy, a smile on her face.

"That was real fucking sexy, Cindy," she whispered with a smile.

Cindy closed her eyes and smiled, nodding. "I want to spend the night with you, Janine," she whispered.

Janine's face beamed. "I would like that!"

Janine shifted herself until she was able to take Cindy into her arms, holding her gently, but tightly in a tender way.

"That feels good," Cindy said, exhaustion hitting her mind and body at once.

Janine nuzzled her face into Cindy's hair. "Yeah," she only said, holding on to her.

Despite herself, Cindy fell into a deep sleep almost immediately, comforted by the young woman holding her tight.

She slept more soundly than she had slept in her entire life, she thought to herself.

When she finally awoke, Janine was still holding onto her firmly. The girl's soft breath told Cindy Janine was still asleep.

Her head rested on the top of Cindy's head, her soft breath drifting through her hair like a comforting spring breeze through a meadow.

For quite some time, Cindy drifted between the dream world and reality as she nuzzled her face into the crook of Janine's neck, as Janine continued her rhythmic breathing.

Finally, she felt the girl stir a little, and then a small kiss was planted on the top of her head. Cindy sighed happily.

She noticed one of the arms released its hold on her, but she still pressed her body close to the body of the girl. It just felt so good!

She let out a small gasp when she felt the hand between her legs, feeling around with a bit of clumsiness until finally finding her wetness.

She let out another small gasp and a shudder when she felt Janine's four hands gently stroking her. The girl again was a little clumsy, a little sure she could tell.

Janine shifted her face until it was even with Cindy's. She looked into Cindy's eyes and smiled. "This... this is my first time doing this," she whispered. "I mean, with another woman, that is."

"You are doing wonderfully," Cindy breathed heavily as the fingers stroked her.

Janine smiled and placed a small kiss on Cindy's lips. Cindy's lips met hers willingly, the two women kissing softly, passionately.

A finger slipped inside of her, then another. As before, Janine showed nervousness, shyness, unfamiliarity - but loving willingness. Softly, gently, the fingers stroked inside of Cindy, bringing more wetness of desire to the older woman.

Janine crawled on top of Cindy on all fours, her fingers still working inside of Cindy. Softly, lovingly, she still showered Cindy with kisses on her lips, face, and neck, bringing little nibbles to her neck, drawing groans of pleasure from Cindy.

At one point, Cindy opened her eyes. Janine's face was so near hers, staring intently at her face as it writhed in pleasure. Janine's face brightened with a big smile as their eyes met, a little giggled, escaping from her throat as she continued to work her fingers.

"This is so fucking awesome, Ms. Phillips!" Janine said, the joy in her face so absolute it caused Cindy's insides to melt even more.

"It so fucking is," Cindy whispered as she thrust her hips up to meet the fingers, her body on the brink of orgasm. She gasped, throwing her head to the side as the world danced, shook, and faded all at once, her body erupting in a volcano of pleasure.

When she came to, Janine still hovered over her on all fours, her fingers now very softly stroking her as Cindy trembled. Janine still wore a huge smile on her face as she chewed on her lower lip, looking into Cindy's eyes.

"I have never made anyone else cum before," Janine whispered. "That was so beautiful." She cocked her head, still looking in Cindy's eyes. "You are so beautiful."

Cindy smiled, leaning up and kissing the girl on the lips, her lips parting, her tongue darting inside of Janine's mouth as the girl's tongue met hers, both wrestling playfully.

Their lips still dancing, Cindy rolled her young lover over onto her back. She felt the girl up in her sweatshirt, the girl's nipples hard, poking through the fabric and onto Cindy's fingertips. Already, the girls' boobies were growing full, Cindy thought to herself.

With heavy breaths, the lips of the two women parted. Janine blinked and looked into Cindy's eyes as Cindy hovered over the prone Janine.

"I... I've never done anything like this," Janine repeated, but the words still held new meaning.

Cindy nodded and smiled.

"I will be gentle, sweetie," she whispered as she planted a couple of more kisses on the girl's lips, then shifted her body until she was between Janine's spread legs.

The scent of desire from Janine hit Cindy first, reeling her mind.

She looked so delicious.

Instinctively, the girl had spread her legs for Cindy, her knees slightly elevated, exposing the tempting pink treat before her.

The girl was very pink, pinker than Cindy had seen before, the pinkness of a fresh, young, virgin girl presented before her.

The young woman was very wet.

She had spread her legs enough for Cindy that she could see just a peek of darkness in the middle of the sea of pink, a small opening in the tight flesh.

Janine was so pink, she almost seemed to shine!

Tenderly, Cindy leaned forward, placing a small, loving kiss in that sea.

She licked her lips. Yes, the girl was very wet. And her taste sent a lustful shock into Cindy's mind.

With a small sigh, Cindy again leaned forward, darting her tongue out, laying it out flat on the girl's sensitive surface.

She heard Janine give a soft moan and shift a little bit, widening her legs.

Purring to herself, Cindy began lapping at Janine like a small, contented kitten lapping at a bowl of warm milk, her taste buds urging her with the taste.

With a growing lust, she licked further, Janine's moans urging her on. She placed both of her hands on the sides of the girl's labia, spreading her lips wide, sending her lips in between to lick at the virginal tunnel with a growing lustful urgency.

Janine let out a yelp of delight, grabbing her ankles with her hands as she spread herself wide, exposing herself to her teacher's lips and tongue.

And with hunger did Cindy's lips and tongue work on her student's pussy, licking it with delight, all thoughts of the forbidden washed from her mind.

With the expertise of her years, Cindy attacked the pussy, bringing to it pleasures it could only imagine. Her tongue found the girl's exposed anus, drilling into it for several minutes before returning to her wide-open pink pussy, her lips now devouring it.

Cindy moved a finger between the girl's lips, pressing it, letting the warmth and wetness embrace her finger tightly.

"Ms. Phillips," Janine gasped. Cindy looked up. Janine still held onto her ankles, still spread herself wide. She looked down at her teacher, lust drawn on her face, mixed with a little concern. "I've... never had anything in there. Nothing. Not even a finger."

Cindy smiled and nodded, moving her finger away.

"No, no," she heard Janine protest, looking up and seeing her shake her head. "I mean... I would like it... I would love it to be you," she said, biting the bottom of her lip in anticipation.

Cindy smiled again and nodded, gently pressing her finger again, stroking it up and down between the girl's virginal walls as Janine moaned in pleasure.

Her finger barely went inside when she felt the barrier. Softly rubbing her finger, she looked up again, inquisitively. Janine looked down at her, nodding, lust dancing in her eyes.

The deep, pleasured grunt almost shook the room as Cindy broke through, forcing her finger deep inside of her young lover.

There was a small trickle of blood.

Cindy lovingly kissed the girl's pussy, as she began softly fucking her pussy with her finger, bringing a second inside of the woman.

Her tongue and lips danced as she finger fucked Janine, licking her anus, lapping at her clit.

Cindy pushed her fingers in deeper and deeper as she wrapped her lips around the girl's button, sucking on it gently. She let her fingers explore the tender, virgin walls, deeper and deeper until finding that one special spot, letting her fingers barely reach it, to barely touch it and gently dance over that little rough spot.

Janine let out a gasp of surprise, then a small, quiet scream as her young body quaked like it had never quaked before, her young pussy overflowing with those delicious juices Cindy so desired.

Cindy cooed softly as she licked up the juices, as Janine gasped and trembled from the new experience, clutching herself.

With a smile, Cindy brought her face even with the girl's face, smiling into her eyes.

Janine giggled.

"I got your face all wet," she said, running a finger along the side of Cindy's face.

Cindy smiled. "It was very worth it," she said, placing a small kiss on Janine's lips.

For the rest of the day, the pair made love like a pair of old lovers.

Janine was delighted at her first ever taste of another woman's vagina, as she went down on Cindy with an exuberance the teacher had never before experienced. What the girl lacked in experience, she certainly had in gusto... but she was a rapid learner.

The next day in class, Cindy formally requested that Janine be transferred to another class. "There is nothing I have against the young lady," Cindy explained. "The opposite. We have grown to become very good friends, and I do believe it would be a conflict of interest for me to have her in one of my classes." The request was quickly granted.

Janine and Cindy quickly became passionate lovers. Janine still entered Cindy's house every time with a notepad, and many times left with a notepad full of drawings and stories.

Cindy found Janine a publisher for the story art, which immediately incurred a faithful following.

But every night, they held each other tight, no matter what was going on in their world.