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I don't know what triggered those feelings in me. Perhaps it was the way she moved, or the way she spoke, or the passion she exuded when lecturing to the class. All I really know is that I felt something stir inside me when she looked my way. I never imagined that she felt the same way.

Amy was a grad student in the English department and as chance would have it, my instructor that semester. She really knew her stuff - english I mean. I remember sitting right in the front of the class, not close enough to smell her perfume but close enough to watch her move and hear her voice caress the poetical words she often read from the anthology. I wasn't fully aware of my feelings for Amy until one afternoon after class she asked me to meet her to discuss my essay on Walt Whitman. That night was to give new meaning to transcendental kosmos.

I met Amy at her office, a quiet, secluded refuge away from all the hassles of student life. Her office was exactly as I expected: posters on the wall, a backpack tossed over the chair, books and papers everywhere. She tried to make me feel comfortable. Offering me a seat, she bent to brush the papers aside. The afternoon sun gleamed brilliantly through the window behind her and I could faintly see the outline of her petite yet curvatious body through her thin dress. Seeing her curves silouetted by the sunlight made my heart pound. I wasn't quite sure why I was having these feelings because I had always defined my sexuality as strictly heterosexual - though I admit I never had opportunity to do otherwise.

We talked for some time in that student-teacher tone and then, out of the clear blue, I found myself saying, "Would you like to go for a drink? I understand O'Mally's has a great happy hour buffet."

No sooner than the words left my lips she was replying, "I would love too! Just let me change clothes."

She stepped behind some bookshelves that were strategically placed on the other side of the tiny room. As she undressed she tossed her clothes in a pile on the chair. I had always expected her to be the garter belt type; knowing it now made my heart pound even harder. Imagining what I couldn't see behind those shelves, I became conscious of the fire inside me.

"I'm ready," she said stepping from behind the shelter that hid her from my sight. She seemed more approachable in her jeans and tennis shoes and I had an almost ovewhelming desire to reach out and touch her but I dared not. Once at O'Mally`s, things began to loosen up. We talked and laughed about my classmates, her students. We talked, well...she talked and I listened, about great poets. Her voice enveloped me like silken sheets. I felt as if I was drowning in her words yet, I could breathe. Each well chosen word touched me lightly, as the fingers of a lover scroll gently over powered skin. Oh how I wished they were her hands touching my body softly, so softly I could only feel her touch by the shiver and steak of heat it left behind.

"Would you like to go *now*?" she said with a faint smile. I was jolted from my daydream by her words.

"Gg...go now?" I studdered. Knowing that my face gave away the secrets inside my heart.

"Yeah...to see Charlie and Diamond!?" she said with a look of confusion. Evidently we had been talking about her two prize cocker spaniels.

"Yes. Let's go. I'll drive." I said trying to shake myself back into reality. I felt that she knew I was watching her, studying her.

We arrived at her lake house after what seemed to be the longest drive. "My husband is at a dentist's convention. I usually go with him but, well.... finals, you know."

I nodded. I had known all along that she was married but that didn't stop my fantasy from developing. We walked out on the deck. By this time the moon was shining brightly overhead. The lake sparkled more brilliantly than fine crystal illuminated by candle light.

"Wanna go swimming?" she asked with almost an urgency in her voice.

"I...I..uh, I didn't..."I wasn't quite sure what to say but of course I wanted to, badly.

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"Aww, come on it's not to cold." She glided down the stairs to the edge of the shore, tossing her clothes aside as she walked out to the end of the pier. She stood looking back at me. The look of girlish fun was gone from her face. She knew, as did I, that it was time to stop playing games. The moon reflected off of her luscious skin even more brilliantly than from the water itself. And as I stood watching her prepare to dive into the water I felt my sex grow hot. I could not believe this was happening.

"Well, are you going to come in the water or not." I nodded and removed my clothes. The water was cold and I was freezing. We huddled close to each other almost touching but not quite.

"So, it is a *little* cold." she said with an apologetic grin. Her breasts were even more perky in the cold water and her nipples were hard. The longer we floated the warmer I became. Before long I did not even notice the cold.

"God! It's cold." she exclaimed. We seemed to move closer and closer together as we floated there. I was so close to her. I don't know why I was able to let go of all my inhibitions but, I gathered all the courage I could summon and timidly reached out and touched her bare shoulder. I looked into her eyes. As she slowly closed them, my hand slid slowly down her chest and I cupped her breasts in my hands, rubbing her hard nipples. I simply could not believe what I was doing. I had sat in class so many times fantasizing about touching her body and she touching mine and now it was *happening*! She leaned into me and kissed me softly.

"Come on." She lead me up the bank onto the deck. There was no light but that of the moon reflecting off our wet skin. She kissed my face, gently. I smiled slightly and her hands found my sensitive nipples. She licked and sucked them expertly. Of course she knew exactly how to drive a woman crazy. And that, she did. Her hands and mouth wandered all over my body until her head was between my quivering legs.

"Have you ever made love to another woman before, Marissa?"

"No." I said shyly.

"You will tonight."

I felt her tongue on my smooth sex. She teased my clit with her tongue and plunged it deep inside at just the right times. No instruction was needed. She knew exactly what I wanted. While her tongue was busy in my hot soaking sex she rubbed my nipples with her hands. She brought me to climax with ease many times. After exploring my body with her mouth, she kissed me. I tasted my own juices and felt an incredible desire to taste hers. I was scared. I did not know what to expect but somehow I knew exactly what to do. I licked her clit slowly at first, tasting the juices of another woman for the first time. As I worked her up to orgasm she began to moan and squirm. It was such an incredible feeling to be on the giving end of woman's orgasm, tasting her, sucking her until she came.

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