The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on
half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of
the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the
high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more
intense. Haley glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final
word of instruction to the young man standing before her.
“All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work
everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on
Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running
until the start of the exhibition.”
It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when
the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Haley
taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive
college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a
professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a
few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty
after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.
She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the
room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely
appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them – nor even
anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the
spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified
from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise
that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this
way. Haley hadn’t had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the
school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used
for.
Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double
duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the
edge of the loft. Haley felt her chest tighten with excitement. It
was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The
blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an
unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5′4″, she had a petite
frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Haley felt her
thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up.
“I’m Jessica,” she introduced herself simply once Haley found the
stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French
manicure. Haley was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they
shook hands.
“Haley,” she reciprocated. “I teach the upper-level fine arts
courses here.”
“I know,” Jessica smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. “I
watch you a lot.”
Haley tried to mask her expression, but Jessica saw through the
attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange.
“I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When
the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at
the chance to get one of them. I just love art,” she explained.
Haley was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but
Jessica had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own
long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jessica a
warm smile. “So what is it that you do here?” she asked. “I’ve been
meaning to come take a look up here, but I’m always too busy.”
“I work in alumni relations,” Jessica said, then gave Haley a short
description of what that entailed. “Mostly, my day is spent on the
phone or talking with people,” she concluded.
“I’ve only seen you in passing a couple of times before today,”
Haley noted.
Jessica nodded. “I host a number of events as part of the job, so
I’m often out of the office or traveling.”
“That must be tough on your husband, if you’re married,” Haley
ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a
wedding band. Something about Jessica excited her very deeply, but she
guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be
bisexual or a lesbian.
“No, I’m not married,” Jessica said wistfully.
“Boyfriend?”
A sour expression crossed Jessica’s face. “If you can call him
that, I guess.” It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Haley
left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic.
“Say, those are great glasses!”
Jessica smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being
off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of
talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.
Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta,
and copious amounts of giggling, Haley was lying in her bed. Or
perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She
was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking
like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present,
and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the
evening. Soon Haley could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices
slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.
Haley was not the prototypical lesbian – not by a long shot.
Slender and busty, with fashionable long hair and an affinity for
makeup, she would never have been called a “dyke” by anyone. But she
hadn’t been with a man since her first year of college, and didn’t
have any desire to have one again in the future. Her interests and
passions lay with the softer sex, and if there was one thing that she
enjoyed more than anything else, it was parting the vaginal lips of
another woman to kiss her in that most intimate of ways. Her already
moist twat grew positively runny as she considered what Jessica’s pussy
must taste and smell like.
Being gay in a small New England town did not leave much
opportunity for romance, unfortunately, and Haley hadn’t been with a
woman in several months – since before leaving France, in fact.
Fortunately, she was not opposed to vaginal penetration as some
lesbians are, and in fact loved her small collection of dildos and
vibrators. One of the few benefits of living alone, she thought to
herself, is that she didn’t have to hide away her toys from prying
eyes. In fact, for convenience, she kept her favorites underneath the
second set of pillows on the bed. She reached for them now.
Haley withdrew a slim, curved tip plastic vibrator and a thick
cyberskin dong from her hiding spot. Turning the vibrator on to a low
speed, she mashed it against her clit and let her mind wander.
Inevitably, visions of a naked, writhing Jessica filled her mind.
Haley felt her body heat up as she envisioned their bodies intertwined
in lust. She slowly increased the speed of the vibrations to match
her arousal, but did not use the dildo yet. She usually preferred to
climax at least once before pressing the thick dong inside of herself.
That climax did not take long to achieve. Simply imagining
kissing Jessica’s soft red lips and tasting her sweet tongue was enough
to bring Haley to a nice orgasm. She continued to turn up the
vibrations without stopping, and then started pressing the dildo
against her oozing gash. She didn’t try to fuck herself right away;
instead she applied consistent pressure on the base of the dildo,
letting it slowly sink into her as her pussy stretched to accommodate
its girth. After a few minutes and some rocking of her hips, the toy
was completely buried to its thick latex balls in her hungry cunt.
That was the signal for her to let loose, and she did. With long,
steady strokes, she began working the cyberskin cock inside of
herself, alternately withdrawing it to the thick head and then
plunging it back into her steamy depths. All the while, she kept the
vibrator, now on its highest speed setting, firmly pressed against her
clit. The powerful sensations drove her wild and she came twice more
as she tried to envision her fingers buried in Jessica’s clenching
pussy.
Over the course of the next couple weeks, Haley and Jessica saw
each other occasionally. As she had described, Jessica was often out
of the office, and as a professor Haley spent as much time out of the
classroom as in it. However, when their schedules coincided, they
found themselves drawn together. They rapidly became close friends
and arranged to have lunch together whenever possible.
Haley learned gradually that Jessica’s boyfriend of the past year,
Harry, left a lot to be desired. It wasn’t that he was abusive, or
anything so dramatic, but over time she began to recognize a pattern
of neglect and apathy that was shocking to her. It was hard for her
to imagine that anyone, male or female, could look at her petite
blonde friend without being consumed by her. It wasn’t that Jessica
was abjectly sexual. She simply exuded an aura of femininity, well
put together yet delicate, that mated to her beautiful face and
slender body to create a sensual desirability. Their lunches
inevitably left Haley heated and masturbating both in the women’s room
during the day, and in her bedroom at night.
But as exciting as this time was, it was also immensely
frustrating for Haley. As their friendship deepened, it became more
difficult than ever to hold back the passion she felt. And there were
no signs that the feelings were reciprocated. Haley found herself
staring constantly at Jessica’s firm 32B breasts, especially on those
days when Jessica wore a tight sweater or let some cleavage show via a
loose blouse. There were at least a couple of times that she really
felt like she had been “caught”, but Jessica never said anything about
it.
One Friday evening they went to dinner at a neighborhood Spanish
restaurant and rapidly put away a pitcher of sangria. Haley had
noticed that Jessica was dressed a little sexier than normal, and
wearing a touch more makeup. As they chatted and nibbled on
appetizers, giggling frequently from the intoxicating effects of the
fruity liquor, Haley couldn’t keep herself from making a comment.
“Jessica, you look great tonight,” she said lightly. “What’s the
occasion?”
Jessica scrunched up her face in irritation and waved the waiter
over for a fresh carafe of sangria. When her glass had been refilled,
she finally responded.
“I was supposed to see my boyfriend tonight, the asshole. But
right before I ran into you he called and cancelled – said there was a
game on that he was going to watch with his buddies. He pulls this
shit all the fucking time!”
Haley was shocked by the sudden outburst, which was followed
almost instantly by giddy laughter as Jessica realized she had stunned
her friend. She had not previously sworn once, much less three times
in a single sentence, in front of Haley.
Haley struggled to find something to say. From what she had come
to believe, this was vintage Harry, and she felt that the guy was a
real jerk who didn’t deserve his fabulous girlfriend. But then she
was also biased with a hidden agenda, so how much could she really
attack the guy without looking like a jerk herself?
Luckily Jessica solved the problem for her by calling for the
check. She flirted with the waiter for a few moments until she had
convinced him to pour the rest of their pitcher of sangria into a
couple large to-go cups. “Let’s get out of here,” Jessica said, taking
Haley’s arm.
“Where do you want to go?” Haley asked. Not that it really
mattered, since she would have gone just about anywhere in order to
spend more time with the object of her desires.
“Isn’t your place just around the corner?” Jessica asked gaily.
“We can play cards or something.”