Chapter 5

The two women were mostly silent and avoided eye contact as they ate an early dinner. They were both feeling a little guilty and embarrassed. However, Sally was also elated. What had happened was beyond her wildest dreams. Now she knew that Sam wasn't totally opposed to a little contact with another woman. It was also quite thrilling to know that she could turn on the older woman.

When Sam finally spoke, it almost startled Sally. "Well, since I'm not going to get home for a few days, I need to make a few calls."

"Can... uh... can we work on our essay afterward."

"Yes, that would be an excellent idea," Sam said, thinking that at least that would be a neutral activity. She now realized that it was going to be difficult to be so close to Sally for the next few days. They would need some diversion or she didn't know what might happen. Unfortunately, now that her libido was peaked by their intimate activity, it would be hard to control. And, if the little tremors she still felt between her legs were any indication, it might be impossible for her to keep her hands off of the young girl. She couldn't let that happen. She had too much at stake. She was going to be the wife of the chancellor of the University.

After the dinner dishes were cleared, Sally found some writing paper and sat on the sofa. Sam went in to take a shower and said she would join her in a few minutes. When she came back out, she had on a short white terry cloth robe she found in the bathroom and a towel wrapped around her wet hair. She sat on the sofa, a comfortable distance from Sally.

"Do we have a hair dryer?" she asked.

"Uh... no! Damn, that's one thing I forgot. If you sit with your back to the fire, I think it will dry pretty quickly."

"Okay. Let's see what you have so far," Sam said as she reached for the pad. When their hands touched Sam felt and saw sparks. It was probably from the dry air in the room, she thought.

Sally believed that it was because of an entirely different reason. She suppressed a little smile of delight.

Sam read the essay topic ideas that Sally had written down and added a few of her own. They talked quietly for some time about the various topics and narrowed it down to three. One topic that Sally had listed, interestingly enough, was "Lesbianism in Modern Literature". Sam knew that that would shake up the school if it were chosen.

The two of them worked for another hour developing an outline for the various topics. The discussion about lesbianism was somewhat tense but nonetheless interesting. However, they skirted around the real issues in an effort to stay professional.

Sam noticed that Sally had a smile on her face that never left as they discussed women loving women. And she could feel little ripples of excitement beginning again deep inside. She knew she needed to change the subject. "We'll need to get to the library and on the Internet to check some of these out. However, I think we have a great start," Sam said in a professional tone as she assessed the younger woman. Sam had concluded that Sally was a very sharp girl after their many conversations over the past couple of months. She was more than just a pretty face. However, that pretty face kept overshadowing Sam's attempt to play the professional teacher. Every time she would look into her eyes, she would feel little shock waves emanating from between her legs. "I think I had better try to dry my hair if I don't want to go to bed with it wet," she finally said.

"Why don't you sit by the fire and I can brush your hair. That should help dry it quicker."

Sam thought that was innocent enough so she said okay.

"You have beautiful hair," Sally said as she began to run the brush through it.

"Unfortunately, it curls so easily that whenever I get it wet I can't do anything with it."

"Why don't you just let it go curly? I think you would look sexy with naturally curly hair," Sally said, loving stroking her hair with the brush and following it with the touch of her hand.

"Maybe I will," Sam answered as she leaned back into the younger woman. "Oh, that feels so good." There was something so comforting about the way Sally was stroking her hair with the brush and following it down with her hand.

"Listen, I do a great facial massage," Sally said, putting the brush down on the hearth when her hand was hanging smoothly across her shoulders. "Would you like me to do one for you?"

Sam remembered what happened with the last massage. But, how sexual could a facial massage be? she thought. "Well, if you promise to behave," she said with a smile and without admonishment in her voice.

"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," she responded and returned the smile. "Let me get some cream," Sally said and hurried to her bag that was up in the loft. While she was there, she put on a pair of cut off jeans and a half jersey that barely covered the bottom of her breasts.

When Sam saw Sally hurrying down the stairs, she almost gasped. Her breasts were bouncing up and down with her movement and it almost looked like her jersey would flip up and reveal them any second. Sam tightened her robe around her and shivered.

"Alright, turn around and put your head in my lap. You're in good hands," she joked as she spread a towel across her bare legs. While Sally tried to act calm, she was very nervous. It was such a thrill to know that she was going to get to touch Sam again. And, it was even better that she didn't seem mad at her from what had happened earlier.

"Okay doctor," Sam said as she turned and laid her head in Sally's lap.

Sally turned Sam's face up to her and began to gently massage her temples.

Sam eyes were closed and she moaned as she felt the gentle touch. She is good with her hands, Sam thought as she relaxed into Sally's lap.

Soon Sally's hands moved down to her cheeks. She added a little cream and massaged it into her soft skin. Then her fingers ran under her chin, slipping back upward and across her tight jaw muscles. "Relax," she whispered. "Wait a minute," Sally said and got up. A few minutes later she brought over the radio, two glasses and a bottle of wine. She tuned the radio to a soft classical station and poured a glass of wine. "Would you like a glass?" she asked.

"Uh... I guess," Sam said hesitantly. She wasn't sure she wanted to feel that good. Still, she was feeling so comfortable she thought that one glass couldn't hurt. She took the offered glass and drank about half before leaning back onto Sally's lap again.

Sally started her massage again. She took her time, working on all the tense muscles in Sam's face, using her thumb to guide her hands.

Sam was almost asleep when she felt the hands move down to her neck. She opened her eyes in concern. When she looked up, she realized that she was looking directly up Sally's cut off jersey. She took a deep breath and watched the large globes sway freely back and forth inches from her face. The movement was almost hypnotizing. She could see the lower section of Sally's pale pink nipples. The thought that she had been sucking on one of those just a few hours earlier brought a tremor to her body.

"Are you chilly?" Sally asked when she felt her shiver.

"Uh... no," Sam answered and tried to close her eyes. However, as much as she didn't want to look, her eyes kept opening. She barely noticed when Sally's hands began to move further down her neck. Then, she felt her fingers slip under the opening of her robe. "Sally," she moaned as the hands slipped lower and closer to the swells of her breasts. She knew where this was heading.

"You're so tense," Sally said as her hands reached the beginning slope of Sam's breasts and she gently began kneading the flesh. "Relax. Relax. Relax," she whispered methodically as her hands moved slowly up the slopes. Her hands went deeper under the opening of the robe.

Oh no! Sam thought, here we go again. However, she left her hands lay idly at her sides as she felt her robe being slowly opened. Her heart was pounding in her chest now and knew that she should stop her. When she felt the warmth of the fire on her bare breasts, she knew that she was exposed. However, she was frozen in place and she couldn't even open her eyes. It was almost like it wasn't happening if she didn't see it.

"They're beautiful," Sally gasped as she stared at Sam's breasts. They sat high on her chest, the nipples as hard as pebbles. Sally's hands moved slowly over the heaving orbs. A moan escaped her lips as she closed her fingers around Sam's soft breasts. She could feel her nipples almost burning her palms and she groaned deep in her throat.

"Sally, please," Sam whispered as if she couldn't stop the woman and was somehow powerless. However, this time she wasn't under the influence of the wine. She was tired from her busy day but perfectly sober. In spite of her outward protests, her vagina began to quiver and juice started to run down her thighs.

Sally grew even bolder and as she continued to play with one breast, she reached down and threw her robe completely open. Now she was staring at Sam's body, entirely naked before her. Her eyes traveled downward over her breasts, across her soft stomach and between her legs. She saw that Sam had a light fuzz of pubic hair and wondered if she trimmed it. Her well-shaped thighs were spread slightly apart and her feet were moving nervously back and forth. A little chill ran through her when she saw a glimmer of wetness on her sparse pubic hair.

Sam knew that she should stop the young girl. This was so wrong and so dangerous, she thought. Yet, her only movement was the heaving of her breasts.

Sally's heart was beating rapidly and her hands were trembling as she continued to massage the soft breasts. She noted that Sam's breasts were much smaller than her own but were nonetheless beautiful. They were the size of navel oranges and she was surprised at how firm they felt. Her nipples were long and looked like pencil erasers. She opened her hands and gently rubbed the palms across the hard nubs in a circular fashion.

Sam began to squirm as Sally played with her breasts. She squeezed her eyes closed and tried to control her breathing. However, the room seemed to be spinning now. She trembled at the thought that her robe was open and that Sally had a view of her entirely naked body. Still, she made no move to close it. Instead, her legs squirmed open a little further. Whimpers began to come from her lips as the younger woman continued to tease the now throbbing nipples.

Sally leaned down close to Sam's ear. Her tongue came out and she began to lick little circles around her ear. She could see goose bumps on Sam's body. Then she took a deep breath and whispered, "Play with yourself. I want to watch." Her heart almost stopped as she held her breath and waited for an answer.

"Oh Jesus," Sam moaned but she didn't move.

Sally reached down and found one of Sam's trembling hands and placed it between the older woman's legs. She pressed her middle finger down on Sam's, forcing her finger to slide between the fat lips.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Sam moaned as her fingers felt her swollen sex lips. Her legs spread wider and her fingers began to move automatically between the inner lips.

From above, Sally had a wonderful view of Sam's now juice-covered fingers moving between her legs. She could feel her own vagina pulsing and dripping her juice. It was incredibly exciting to watch. Oh how she wanted to be the one touching Sam but she feared that that would be going too far at this point. She feared that she would jump up and leave her if she moved too fast. One of her hands continued to caress Sam's breast and the other rubbed the side her face gently as she watched in fascination.

Sam was lost in a sensual fog as her finger began to work up and down between her swollen lips. A low moan escaped her lips when her finger slipped inside for the first time. Her body began to tremble. Then, her finger slipped out and touched her swollen clit. At the same time, Sally bent over and kissed her. That was all it took. A long and low scream escaped her mouth.

Sally held the older woman tightly, continuing to kiss her as she felt her body convulsing in pleasure. "That's it, that's it," she whispered as the older woman trembled in her arms.

"Mpppphhhhh!!!" Sam grunted as pleasure rushed up and down her body. It seemed to go on for a long time until finally she began to relax with only tiny whimpers escaping her lips.

A few minutes later, Sam opened her eyes and saw Sally smiling down at her.

"Was it good?" Sally whispered rhetorically.

Sam moaned and her face turned red with embarrassment. Then, she felt Sally grab the wrist of the hand between her legs. She watched curiously as she raised it to her mouth. Then, a gasp escaped her lips as Sally slid the fingers into her mouth.