Not What She Had Planned (CLOSED)

[ms_tiff]

Penny nodded along as Sara recounted her thoughts on Dr. Abernathy. It shouldn't have, but it bothered Penny to hear the slight awe in Sara's voice as she talked about the medieval literature professor.

"I have recently become aware of being a but less than binary, if you know what I mean?"

The girl leaned in, a teasing lilt to her voice. Penny could tell she was waiting for a response, but she refused to acknowledge the comment. Though she did file it away for later.

"Very good." She nodded and consulted her notes quickly before returning her attention to Sara. "Now, getting back to your sexual history. You've had a fair number of partners, what has been the age range of these partners?"

 

[wickedpen]

"Wow, you don't stop do you?" Sara said with a smile as she acted as though she was sweating through a final exam.

"Well, age range..." she said twisting her hair as she looked out the window with her leg pulled up under her.

"eighteen to, uhh," Sara felt nervous telling her. "He was older." she said hedging as Dr Adler looked at her like a child trying to make up an answer.

"Sixty" Sara finally gave in, as she looked beautifully in the setting sun as her cheeks rose to a reddish hue again.

"So my turn." Sara said refocusing on the Professor. "Hmm let's see..." Sara said as she looked around the room, letting her eyes cross Penelope's and then down her gorgeous skin and high cheek bones. "You really are lovely, your doctor hopefully appreciates what he is getting." Sara said feeling intimate with Dr Adler.

"OK, are you know, or have you ever been married?" Sara asked almost certain she had not but was still curious.

 

[ms_tiff]

Penny's curiosity was piqued when Sara mentioned that her oldest partner had been sixty. She would have to follow up with that later.

"So my turn. Hmm let's see...You really are lovely, your doctor hopefully appreciates what he is getting."

Penny felt her cheeks flush slightly as Sara looked her over slowly. She quickly forced the blush away.

"He's not my doctor." She replied, waving off the compliment. "However, Professor Miles has made it clear that he 'appreciates what he is getting'."

"OK, are you know, or have you ever been married?"

Penny shook her head.

"I have not. I was engaged briefly, but it ended as soon as it began." She didn't bother to expand on her answer. She had promised honesty, not a full on explanation.

"You said that you're oldest partner was sixty. How did you meet him? I am assuming it was a him." Penny shifted in her seat, angling her body more towards Sara.

 

[wickedpen]

Sara looked at her with a pause as she determined her best course of action. "When in doubt tell the truth," her mother also used to say, "it's easier to remember". Sara smiled as she could see her mom wink as she thought it.

"I really should not say. It was a quid pro quo to stay in school after my freshman year." she says thinking back on her "older man" episode. Sara's life was made up of episodes, or at least that is how she saw it. This was one of her "hot professor episode"

"He doesn't look as old as he is." she said in her defense seeing a brief twinge in Penelope's eye of judgement.

"So he's getting it." Sara said thinking back on Dr Adler's previous answer and smiling with the recognition of her statement.

"So what is the oldest man you have ever been with?" Sara asked using her question, curious to see where this went.

 

[ms_tiff]

"I really should not say. It was a quid pro quo to stay in school after my freshman year."

Now this...this had Penny intrigued. There were only so many men on campus who had the power to keep a student in school. And even less who met the age requirement. Penny couldn't help the little smirk that pulled at her lips, oh she was going to enjoy holding this over his head.

"So he's getting it."

"Honestly, Sara, that's a bit crude of a way to put it, don't you think?" Penny shook her head. "And, no. He is not..." She wanted to add yet, but felt it was implied.

"My oldest?" She had to think about that one. As she did, she wandered over to the drink cart, pouring two glasses and handing one to Sara.

"He was in his fifties. His exact age I don't know." She took a sip of her drink. The alcohol burned her throat. She felt her muscles loosen as she sank back down on the couch.

"Tell me about your first experience with a female."

 

[wickedpen]

Sara blushed as though a middle school crush had just asked her if she liked them. Sara looked away as though trying to put together the best way to tell the story, but in reality she had only recently become aware of her interest, thanks to the woman sitting across from her, Penelope. But if I tell her that she will think I am straight and well, "in the last few days I have become keenly aware I am physically attracted and emotionally attracted to women, so maybe I lie?" Sara thought quickly.

"It was on Tour, Phish?" Sara tries to keep her exasperation down as Dr Adler seemed unaware of a huge subculture of hedonism, but whatever, she's only a Ph.D? Sara continued, "we were so high, "on drugs" (air quotes) I don't know if I should tell you any more details about that, although they may be germane to the story. Just think incredibly happy and silly and open." Sara said trying to will the understanding into Dr Adler's sober world. So me and this stranger, literally just met an hour before. She has long curly red hair and wore these bells." she says raising her leg to show her ankle. "She was a few years older and so nice. It felt like sisters as we fell into the back of her mini van. I found such comfort in her arms and making her feel good, we missed the show." Sara said turning away from Penelope.

Sara was looking longingly out the window, sipping her Scotch slightly more quickly, but otherwise calm and cool, while internally a fierce debate was raging.

"SHE DIDN'T BUY IT!" guilt shouts.

"You should be honest Sara." her mother's gentle voice of kindness.

"Kiss her!" a combination of her friend Natalie and her own reptilian mind spoke with some authority.

"So, yeah, we made each other feel wonderful. So good, like crazy good." she said almost over doing it, as she imagined herself and Penelope high as kites, naked under coarse old blankets, giving and get..."

Dr Adler's shaking of her empty glass in front of her brought Sara back from her erotic hallucination.

"So my turn." Sara said watching Penelope turn her back and walk to the cart.

"Tell me about your first time with a woman?" Sara said as the clink of ice into the empty crystal glasses stopped, only for a moment, possibly only perceptible to Sara.

"I mean you have been with a woman haven't you?" her youthful arrogance possibly over reaching but she was finding it painful for two people who, by all accounts have no reason whatsoever to keep them from pleasuring each other in the most obscene ways possible. Sara did not do well with self denial, then she thought how she had not had a cigarette in days. Maybe that was why Penelope was here, to save me from smoking. Sara thought as Dr Adler handed her her glass.

Sara's head was a mess of thoughts but it was exciting, dancing on hot coals she thought and sipped the whiskey.

 

[ms_tiff]

Sara was lying. Penny was quite sure of it from the way she shifted in her seat, unable to meet Penny’s eyes completely. There was something Sara wasn’t telling her, something that she was ashamed of maybe? The more that Penny got to know Sara, the more she was intrigued.

But, like everything else in that session, Penny wasn’t about to press. She would simply file it away to be addressed at a later time.

“Yes, I have been with a woman.” Penny wondered if it shocked the girl to know that the buttoned-up Dr. Adler did, indeed, have carnal knowledge of another woman’s body. “I’ve had several female lovers.” She added as she took a slow sip of her drink, allowing the statement to sink in.

“It was at my first professional conference. I was still relatively young and new to the field. There was another psychologist there, one whom I greatly admired. During the happy hour that night I gathered the courage to introduce myself. We started discussing our work and our areas of study. She took an interest in my dissertation. I was meant to be defending it soon to earn my PhD and I was nervous about that. She calmed me, walked me through the process, allowed me to ask her any questions I had and to practice my key points.”

Penny sank back into the couch, recalling that night with vivid memory. She could still taste the wine on her lover’s lips.

“It was getting late and she asked me back to her hotel room. We were both tipsy. She was married and I was engaged. But we spent a night together that I will always remember. We met back up at several conferences after that, always spending a delightful evening together.”

Penny blinked, bringing herself back to the moment. A quiet smile on her lips as she remembered the touch of her lover. She turned to Sara, studying her intently.

“You remind me of her. She was a bit of a hippie, herself.” Penny quirked her head, a light laugh bubbling from her lips. “Maybe that’s what drew me to you for this project.”

She took one more sip, emptying her glass.

“Now, since you have clarified an attraction to both sexes. Is there one you lean more towards? This could be helpful for later assignments.”

 

[wickedpen]

Sara tried to hold it together as Dr Adler explained about a potentially still active sexual relationship with an older female colleague. Suddenly Sara was filled with visions of Penelope with Conni, for lack of knowing who else to recruit for the role of the older colleague in her head.

"Wow, I never would have guessed it." she said without much thought, catching herself and adding, "You seem so by the book." trying to explain. "Not that that is a bad thing, just depends on the book. I guess?" she said hoping to have saved it, adding a smile, and if telepathy was a thing Penelope would have heard angels screaming for her to "let Sara be that student!"

Snapped back into reality by Dr Adler's quicker wit and probing question, “Now, since you have clarified an attraction to both sexes. Is there one you lean more towards?"

It is at this point that time stops for Sara, the camera which had been on Penelope now pans around to behind Dr Adler as Sara moves towards the camera and Penny...

"This could be helpful for later assignments.” stopped Sara before she even moved a millimeter towards Penelope.

"Of course." Sara said with a look of thoughtful concern which turned to a mischievous grin and she hustled to move on from the aborted kiss and said "Well men are really simple creatures. Fun, but simple. I see men like having a Golden Retriever. If you want a dog always happy to play catch and I stress always, you better like playing catch."

Sara took a drink of her Scotch assessing her position after opening up like this. So unusual for confident Sara to be laying down cards. More Tarot than poker but none the less there was truth there. She had not worked this all out as it came in that moment.

"And they tend to chase any ball, thrown by any hand." Sara said smiling and leaning towards Penelope with a "ya know what I mean, right?" expression.

"Just a couple gals talking about stuff." Sara thought as it felt so good.

"Women certainly have an added depth, like an on going conversation with really good hot sex interspersed throughout." Sara said forgetting herself a bit. She held up her nearly empty glass, "good Scotch." she said with a smile begging sympathy. "Sorry" she said apologizing for such personal detail, but this time Sara did not look away and held Dr Penelope "Penny" Adler's judgmentally beautiful eyes with hers, as neither breathed and silence electrified the space between them.

 

[ms_tiff]

"Wow, I never would have guessed it. You seem so by the book. Not that that is a bad thing, just depends on the book. I guess?"

Penny couldn’t help but laugh as Sara stumbled over her words, clearly taken off guard by the straight-laced professor’s confession.

“I’m not as uptight as I may appear.” Penny said lightly. The alcohol was loosening her tongue and lulling her into a sense of comradery with her student. She relaxed back into the settee.

“I’ve heard the rumors about me. How I’m an ice queen, a cold fish who never has any fun. My version of fun, however, is simply not the same as other’s.” She set her empty glasses on the side table with her notebook and propped her elbow on the back of the settee, resting her head in her hand as she surveyed Sara.

The girl fumbled through her answer to Penny’s question, and Penny listened as best she could. But the alcohol was starting to work its magic and Penny found herself drifting, paying more attention to the movement of Sara’s lips rather than the words coming out of them.

"Women certainly have an added depth, like an on going conversation with really good hot sex interspersed throughout."

Penny chuckled at the statement and the flustered look on Sara’s face.

“Good scotch,” the girl mumbled with a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Penny asked. “You were answering the question I posed to you. There is no need to be sorry.”

The air between the two women crackled with an energy that could only be described as sexual. Penny felt herself drawn to the girl in front of her. Was it because of the alcohol or something more? Whatever it was, Penny’s fingers itched to touch Sara’s skin. She wanted to capture those rambling lips with hers. But Sara was a student, her student, and there were some lines that couldn’t be crossed.

Biting her lip, Penny’s gaze flicked from Sara’s eyes to her mouth.

She had always been a rule follower. Ever since she was old enough to know what rules were, Penny had obeyed them religiously. But weren’t rules meant to be broken? Wasn’t it high time, at the tender age of thirty-one, that she had a rebellious phase?

“It’s your turn to ask a question.” She said softly.

 

[wickedpen]

Sara swallowed nervously as Dr Adler had just stopped her from kissing her, directing her to ask her next question.

"Yes, my question." she said rocking back the centimeters of territory she had gained in the last offensive, retreating to collect herself. It was not exactly sending her packing, but they were not locked in a passionate embrace either.

"Do you like me? Are you flirting? Can I kiss you? Can I go home with you?" Sara's head filled with every question, but an appropriate one.

She settled and collected herself, like a downhill skier having just caught air only to find her skis a good chunk of the mountain later.

"Do you enjoy this line of work?" she said pleasantly surprised by her half buzzed head's question. Sara had tickled herself, the way introspective people can laugh at themselves, but she tried to hide her silly internal conversation and "remain professional". That thought again bringing a subtle giggle to her pleasantly brilliant face.

"Sorry." Sara said trying to dismiss her silliness. "Act appropriate.", she heard her mother's voice again. When this advice pops into Sara's head, it is almost always disregarded.

 

[ms_tiff]

“My line of work?” Penny licked her lips. She had been so certain that Sara would bridge the gap between them and take what she so clearly wanted. The desire was written all over her young face, but Penny couldn’t make the first move. As much as she wanted Sara in that moment, it was unethical for her to be the aggressor. She needed Sara to come to her.

“I’ve always been drawn to the human mind. To what motivates a person to act as they do, to what desires lie beneath their actions.” Penny traced a finger along the curve of the settee’s back. “I’ve found that sex is what drives most people. And who doesn’t enjoy a valid excuse to partake in the erotic. Whether that be literature, art work or…activities.”

Penny’s eyes sought Sara’s. Could the girl see how much the ‘uptight’ professor wanted her. Tilting her head, Penny allowed her gaze to move slowly over the girl before her.

“Tell me, Sara, what brought you into my class that first day? Why did you come to my office asking to be let into my class?”

 

[wickedpen]

Sara listened to Dr Adler explain her love of the mind and how it leads to the erotic. Sara swooned inside but kept her place and calm expression.

"Funny how most people think sex is a body thing, more than a mind thing." Sara interjected into Penelope's answer. The two had developed a rapport or synchronicity, between the Scotch and the obvious to all attraction, Vegas was waged heavy on something happening.

"I mean it is a body thing too." Sara suddenly interrupted, seeing the error of her words and wanting to amend it before Penelope might think she did not want to get naked and roll around her office forever. Then Sara blushed adorably, but Penelope let it go unmentioned.

Sara felt Dr Adler soften her steady owl like visual study of her inner soul to a less judgemental assessment of her student's appearance. If only there was a way into Penny's thoughts. If only Sara knew her desire was matched by the brilliant and sexy woman a foot away.

“Tell me, Sara, what brought you into my class that first day? Why did you come to my office asking to be let into my class?” Dr Adler asked.

Sara laughed, then caught herself.

"Totally random! I was meeting another student (trying to sound professional) and I," she blushes again as she searches for a way to explain the sudden instant attraction to Dr Adler, "I watched your class, and I was," she pauses long enough for them to hold their breath in anticipation, "inspired." she heard herself say, and burst into a beaming smile.

"Nailed it!" Sara's internal voice celebrated with the perfect word to keep this barefooted tango going on this razors edge.

"The art, and how you grouped it, and wrapped the history around it, I was fascinated." she continued leaning forward excitedly, her eyes widening as she spoke.

Sara paused again letting her own heart stop along with breathing and time itself as she mentally begged Dr Adler to kiss her.

"And who doesn’t enjoy a valid excuse to partake in the erotic?" Sara said repeating Penelope's words, and letting her eyes drop to Penelope's pink lips for only a second before returning to Dr Adler's.

 

[ms_tiff]

Penny saw the subtle shift in Sara's gaze, how it dropped to Penny's mouth and back up again in a second. Did Sara want her as much as Penny wanted Sara?

The air was electric. The small bit of space between them sparked with sexual energy. It wouldn't take much for Penny to bridge the distance, to capture Sara's lips with her own. Yet, Penny couldn't do it. She couldn't bring herself to break that last barrier. Damn her professional ethics.

The desire that she felt for her student was undeniable. Ever since the moment that Sara had barged into her office, Penny knew that she had to have her. The research, the experiment, was all an excuse to be near Sara. Yes, it was real work that Penny was doing, but she had already selected another candidate to study. But the moment she saw Sara, she knew that she had to study this girl.

Penny's tongue flicked over her lower lip, wetting it. Her eyes locked with Sara's, wondering if the girl noticed the desire, the pure lust, in the professor's eyes.

"Yes, there are many joys to be found in the erotic." She replied, her voice growing husky. "Our society has taken a beautiful thing, like sex and the human body, and turned it into a taboo. Even certain types of relationships are now viewed as wrong and amoral."

Penny's gaze dipped to Sara's mouth as she spoke. God, how she wanted to bridge that gap. Her body cried out for it. But Penny wouldn't let herself be the first to break. She shifted on the settee, subtly inching closer to Sara.

"It's your turn to ask a question." She breathed, her hand resting on the cushion, her fingertips brushing against Sara's leg.

 

[wickedpen]

Sara's patience was frazzled as well as her brain waves as on through overwhelmed her as she watched Penelope's soft pink tongue glide over her perfect lower lip. Sara felt her jaw dropping but managed to catch herself.

"It's your turn to ask a question." Dr Adler said, the touch of her nails sending wildly powerful energy to every cell of Sara's body.

Sara looked away smiling, covering her nervous laugh. She had tickled herself again as the question that instinctively popped into her head was, "why are you not kissing me?" but then she thought better of it.

She took a mouthful of Scotch finishing her drink and looking into the crystal glass as the mouthful of spirits seared her throat and warmed her empty belly as she tried to think.

She looked at Dr Adler's glass and it being empty too she reached over and in a single motion was up and moving to the table where the bottle sat. She could feel Dr Adler's eyes on her as she stood trying to pour the Scotch in the glasses, as her balance was slightly impaired at this point. This was not an unfamiliar sensation for Sara who fell back onto the couch holding Dr Adler's glass out for her. They looked into each others eyes as Penelope's fingers slid over Sara's as she took the glass. They let another moment pass in the name of "research".

Sara was more drunk than she thought as she settled back into her seat, turned awkwardly towards Penelope. Wearing a long blue flowered skirt she laid her left left between them then held her hands out and said "I can read palms. Want a reading?" It was unprofessional and downright nonacademic but the thought of touching her hands was intoxicating beyond the Scotch at this point.

"Come on, let's see what's really going on in there?" Sara said with a mischievous smile as she looked up into her eyes as her long thin hands were palm up awaiting Penelope's.

"I can tell much from the palms." Sara said trying to imitate a fortune teller.

Dr Adler's complete lack of movement let Sara know she may have veered completely off course again. Her hands fell into her skirt as she looked away, a little embarrassed.

"It's a good thing I am not tasked with trying to get your number..." Sara said softly to herself, not realizing she said it out loud, as her unrequited lust burned hot with the Scotch in her.

"So, a question..." Sara said moving on. "Have you ever been the subject of an experiment like I am for you?" she said, as her subconsciousness let Dr Adler know she was on to her, but Sara hardly noticed the difference between being the subject and a participant. It was all just fun with Dr Adler to her.

 

[ms_tiff]

The brush of fingers against fingers as Sara handed her a freshly filled glass, sent a thrill down Penny’s spine. She gave the girl a soft smile before setting the glass on the side table. Penny wanted to be clear headed for the rest of this meeting. Whatever happened next, Penny wanted to remember it.

As Sara settled back into her seat, legs curling under her as she turned to face Penny, the professor wanted nothing more than to pull the girl towards her, lay her back on the settee and kiss her way over Sara’s body.

“I can read palms.” The words broke the lustful haze clouding Penny’s mind. Sara’s hands were held out towards her, a questioning look in the girl’s eyes as she asked if Penny wanted a reading.

"Come on, let's see what's really going on in there?" The mischievous smile on Sara’s lips was nearly enough to break through Penny’s resolve. But the woman remained stoic; stalwart in her decision not to break the thin ethical wall between them.

When Sara looked away, hands dropping back to her skirt, embarrassed, Penny nearly broke. Nearly reached out to take those hands in hers, to feel the blissful skin to skin contact.

For saints have hands that pilgrims hands do touch, And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss.

The line from Romeo and Juliet flashed in Penny’s mind. She wondered what it would be like to break down the barrier of teacher/student and to simply be two women together. Lost in her thoughts, she nearly missed Sara’s muttered comment about trying to get her number. Before she could say a word, though, Sara was moving on.

"Have you ever been the subject of an experiment like I am for you?"

“When I was an undergraduate, it was encouraged that we – my peers and myself – participate in studies so that we could understand the viewpoint of our future subjects. Whether you are helping the researcher to gather information on others or if you are personally the object of study, you are always being observed. You are always both research conduit and subject.”

Penny bit her lip. She was so close to telling Sara the true object of her research, but to do so would corrupt any future data she gathered. She needed to tread carefully around this girl, but something about Sara drew Penny in. She wanted more. Needed more.

Impulsively, she held her hands out, palms up.

“Now, I’d quite like to know my future.”

 

[wickedpen]

Partially stunned by Penelope's offer of her hands, and partially from the Scotch, Sara beamed with joy as she returned to facing Penelope with her leg folded under her skirt. Sara raised her hands and said, "Are you right handed or left handed?"

Sara watched Penelope as if every question was "...research conduit and subject.” that would reflect on her in some way. Sara was glad to see the woman loosening up, if having your palm read is really loosening up.

Taking the hand Penelope handed her she rolled it in her hands until finally having judged it in some "mystical" way turned it palm up.

Sara cannot help but smile as Penelope's skin is warm and as soft as it looks. With her left hand supporting Penelope's hand Sara' right index finger begins tracing some lined along her palm, drawing the exquisite blue eyes of the fortune teller.

"Interesting Dr Adler..." she said as though deep in thought, perplexed possibly by what she saw or what she wanted the good doctor to see. Sara was trying to remain calm as the thought of this delicate soft but strong hand on her naked body was making concentration difficult.

Sara glanced up with a smile, at the slightly bemused face of Dr Adler, as she tried to clear her head and plot her next move.

"Your life line is very strong." Sara said tracing the line from between her thumb and first finger and followed it down to her impossibly soft wrist.

Returning her gaze to the face of her subject she smiled, and said, "Are you in love Dr Adler?" in a very authoritarian voice. Her eyes went back to the palm as her finger traced a second line joining her life line. Sara's finger tip brushed the lines of Penelope's hand, drunk with the sensation of actual contact.

"You see here, this is not far from where you are on your life line. I mean you have a long life line but I think.." Sara said, either trying to make an older woman feel good about herself or resist the powerful urge she felt to kiss and lick the lines of Penelope's hand until she gives in to the obvious attraction between them.

Dr Adler laughed and looked away as she tried to retrieve her hand from the student, but Sara held on.

"One more thing Dr Adler." Sara said pushing the cuff of the doctors blouse up her forearm. Sara's fingers trying to to be too obvious feeling her wrist and running her fingernails up the bottom of her forearm. "These bracelets," Sara said as her finger slowly, and every so lightly traced back and forth at the base of her palm. "These are good luck, and you have four! That's a lot." she finished and released the professor's lovely hand and wrist, before it became too obvious.

Sara looked away trying to hide how excited that had made her. Her heart pounded and she felt compelled to confess her desire for this woman. She looked back at her and said, "I hate to ask you this." as she turned back to face the doctor. "They say the luck you get from wrist bracelets is the best kind there is." Sara said seeing Penelope had no idea of the Gaia mythology she had learned on Tour.

"It is said that if you kiss another person's wrist bracelets the luck is multiplied into both." she said she felt the floor give way and knew she was drunk and went way, way too far with this straight laced successful professor.

"Ha! Ha!" Sara exploded laughing to break the awkwardness she felt. "I was only kidding. I made all this up." she said, trying to explain away something neither wanted explained away.

 

[ms_tiff]

With Sara’s fingers tracing the lines of her right hand, Penny fought against the shivers of pleasure that coursed down her spine. The girl’s fingers were moving lightly over Penny’s skin, teasing and playing along the faint lines of the older woman’s palm.

Lost in the gentle touch, Penny barely heard a word that Sara was saying. Instead, she was focused on the feelings coursing through her. Her eyes drank in the movement of Sara’s lips, wondering if they would feel as gentle on her skin as Sara’s fingertips. What would it feel like to have those lips tracing the same lines of her palm, to have them press against the rapid pulse in her wrist.

And then her hand was released from Sara’s and Penny found herself falling back to earth.

"They say the luck you get from wrist bracelets is the best kind there is. It is said that if you kiss another person's wrist bracelets the luck is multiplied into both."

Penny blinked slowly, trying to come back to reality. But all she could focus on was the word ‘kiss’ as it dripped from Sara’s lips. Yes, kiss. Such a lovely word. An even better action. The want inside her roared to life, a blazing inferno beneath her breast that traveled down between her legs as she pictured Sara’s lips on her own.

Penny bit her lip as Sara began to laugh off the moment as a joke.

“How do you know it’s not true?” Penny asked, finding her voice once more. “Have you ever tried?” She held her hand out in the space between them. “You know how much I appreciate a thoroughly researched topic.”

 

[wickedpen]

"Did she really say that?" Sara felt panicked. "Oh god. Oh god. Oh god." her mind raced as her breathing became almost noticeably constricted.

Time was like a gel in the room, as sounds warped and colors brightened. Her head was clear with a single endless note filling the space. Penelope's arm unfolded towards her, and her bare forearm, then her hand gave way to her subtle thin wrist, all of which were offered with another clever turn of phrase.

"You know how much I appreciate a thoroughly researched topic." Dr Adler said with what Sara thought was a lilt of flirtation.

Sara's eyes slowly climbed up the immaculate material of her blouse, to her skin being pulled into her lovely pink lips, her delicate nose, up, up, up and her welcoming blue eyes shined patiently. Sara would have been happy to live in that moment. Mutual acknowledgment of attraction and a clear willingness to broach protocol in the name of research.

"Oh I know it's true." Sara said as her hand, rose to hold Penelope's wrist, as sure of it's movements as her smile burned like the sun in anticipation of pressing her lips to Penelope. To feel her blood running through her veins, pumped into her arteries by that heart, throbbing against her lips. Sara slowly drew her slim pink tongue across her lips, keenly aware of where this was heading.

She leaned forward watching Dr Adler for any sign of resistance or discomfort as her lips neared the doctor's forbidden flesh. Sara stopped two inches from her target, her breath warm as Penelope's skin. She saw Penelope's lips slip apart, then shift in her seat anxiously,

"Are you sure?" Sara whispered, her voice now more country as the whiskey had loosened her facade a bit, and somehow became more sexy and exotic. She looked down and saw Penelope's hand nearly reaching for her chest as she was holding it. Then Sara looked up and said, "Luck can be a dangerous thing, if you ain't ready for it." then pressed her lips to the softest skin she had ever felt. Penelope's slight pulse against Sara's top lip sent a bigger sexual thrill through her than she had ever experienced. She let her lips kiss her wrist just an instant too long, clearly enjoying the pheromone filled perfume of the lovely doctor, before lifting her head.

Sara nearly moaned as she exhaled, being so intimate with her professor, her colleague. Sitting back from soaking in Penelope's luck a smile came to her face.

"That is some luck you have!" Sara said looking Dr Adler up and down where she sat on the couch. Clearly blurring the line of being appropriate and being salacious with the ease and willingness of innocence.

"You are really a beautiful person." Sara said selflessly, feeling truly grateful for every moment they had shared, no matter how intensely nerve shattering, nor did she mind the long slow ache between meetings. She smiled at Penelope free and easy.

 

[ms_tiff]

Penny knew the second that Sara’s lips touched her skin that she had made a mistake. The girl lingered, head bent over Penny’s hand, her lips pressing against the fluttering pulse in Penny’s wrist.

Mistake. Mistake. Mistake.

The word hummed in her head, drowned out only by the shiver of pleasure that traveled down Penny’s spine and settled between her legs.

The moment lasted an eternity. An eternity of Penny’s mind swirling with pleasure and guilt. But then, weren’t the best moments in life equal parts of both?

As Sara lifted her head, a smile on her lips, Penny ached to kiss her. To feel those lips on her own...it would be heaven. The carefree smile that she flashed at Penny gave the older woman pause. Was she reading too much into this? Sara seemed unaffected by what had just transpired. She was her usual, carefree self while Penny was a twisted knot of need.

She cleared her throat, pulling her hand back and letting it fall into her lap.

“Yes, well, thank you.” She muttered in response to Sara’s words.

The need for air, for space, for distance from this girl who made her want to do things that were against the rules, filled Penny and she stood quickly. Tugging at her skirt she moved to her desk, letting the physical object put distance between them.

“It’s getting late.” She said, needlessly adjusting the papers on her desk. “Perhaps we should call it a night. I will get in touch when I have your next assignment ready.”

Penny risked a glance up at Sara, catching the mix of emotions that crossed the girl’s face. The older woman felt like an idiot. She had no right to be flirting with a student. No right to be letting said student kiss her wrist and make Penny feel things that were better left buried.

"You may see yourself out." Penny said, her tone sharper than she meant.

 

[wickedpen]

Sara swallowed Penelope's resistance like a random thought during a meditation session, not letting it upset her moment. The forced way Dr Adler went to her desk, and pretended to do something was as adorable as it was frustrating. No one had ever escaped the "band kiss" Sara thought, put the memory into her mental file cabinet under, "things Penelope likes but is afraid of."

"Or is she drunk and uncomfortable?" Sara thought as her own sobriety was certainly tainted. Either way she knew the date was over with the "next assignment" to "see yourself out" rudeness, that seemed unnecessary, but Sara seeing Penelope for who she really was stood, smiled and left without a word. There were no words at this point, only actions. Sara regretted not kissing Penelope the entire way home in the darkness of night, oblivious to the chilly wind and smell of Autumn or leering eyes of drunken undergraduates. Regretted it so much, she slid the dress up over her head and fell into bed naked. Laying in the dark apartment above the garage next to the old tree starting to loose it's leaves, filtering less of the street light illuminating the room. Sara mentally played out the evening as if Penelope had leaned forward and kissed her. How they would have gone at it on the small couch in the cramped office, pleasuring each other to the point of drawing attention from any faculty working late in the old college office building .

The sun woke her nestled in the covers protecting her from the open window blowing fresh cool fall air into her room. Her mind immediately went back to last night as she stretched feeling the cool air slip under the comforter before laying back. Sara touched herself remembering Penelope's wrist, it's scent, it's taste, it's softness. Under the comforter her hands were back to her favorite bits as she thought of Penelope's glossy lips and pink tongue.

Her phone pinged alive on her nightstand, as the world interupted her and Penelope softly kissing, both satisfied with a simple kiss, signifying breaking through the many layers of society separating them from their truest desire, so she picked it up and looked at the screen.

"Penelope?" she thought excitedly for a moment, before "see yourself out" flashed in her head. "My next assignment maybe?" she thought as the phone unlocked and she fled under the light as air white comforter with her phone to keep warm.

 

[ms_tiff]

Penny lay in bed that night, restless and edgy. Her mind racing with all the ways that the evening could have gone. The image of Sara’s head bent over her wrist wouldn’t leave Penny’s mind. Her wrist still tingled from where Sara’s lips had touched so gently. The thought of what could have happened - the what ifs that coursed through her mind - had Penny tossing and turning and fighting against the need that pulsed between her legs.

With a sigh, she rolled onto her back, sheets tangled around her body. Why did she have to be so damned ethical! If Penny weren’t such a stickler for rules and order she would have laid Sara out on the settee and done unspeakable things to the young woman. Things that would have had the girl moaning and screaming out Penny’s name.

Male professors fucked their students all the time. It was a badge of honor for them. But, heaven forbid if Penny did and anyone found out. There were far too many of her colleagues who would like to see her knocked down a peg or two. And they would delight in informing the Dean of her indiscretions with a student - the only thing that could make her lose tenure.

But still, the image of Sara spread out beneath her, naked with her breasts rising and falling with each rapid, pleasured breath…..

Penny’s hand slid beneath the covers, inching over her stomach and down inside her panties. The lacey material was already wet as Penny spread her lips with two fingers and ran a teasing finger over her clit.

The light touch made her gasp. Biting her lip, Penny began to slowly stroke the slick nub. Her eyes drifted closed, an image of Sara forming in her mind. The girl was naked, her nipples hard peaks atop her perky breasts. Penny imagined taking one of those nipples in her mouth, sucking on it gently as her tongue swirled around it. She could hear the soft moans that Sara would make, the gentle urging for more. Her soft tones would turn more desperate as Penny began to bite at Sara’s nipple, her teeth teasing the sensitive flesh.

Penny’s hand fisted in the sheets as she slid a finger inside herself.

She wondered what Sara would taste like as she imagined kissing her way down the girl’s stomach, her hands spreading her student’s legs apart. She would tease Sara, kissing all around but not yet touching the part of Sara that she so desperately wanted to. Her lips would dance over silky thighs, inching ever closer to the heaven that lay between until Sara would beg her to touch her there.

Her finger moved swiftly in and out of her hungry sex as she pictured the scene. A second finger joined the first and soon Penny was lost in the sensation of it all. Her thumb pressed against her clit as she fingered herself to the brink of orgasm.

She could almost taste Sara on her tongue. She would flick the tip of her tongue against Sara’s clit, eliciting a gasp and a pleading for more. Penny wanted to hear Sara beg for it. She wanted to hear the young woman pleading to be -

“Fuck!” Penny’s eyes flew open as she came hard, her hips rising off the bed as she felt the tremors course through her body.

She lay there a moment, reveling in the aftershocks and imagining what Sara would look like as she came. Bringing her fingers to her lips, Penny licked them clean. Her body craved more. The need was insatiable. Penny was fairly certain that it wouldn’t go away until her fantasy became a reality. She knew Sara wanted her too - or, at least she hoped so. But was Penny ready to bridge that ethical line? Was she brave enough to throw away the morality of it all and give in to her own desire?

A sleepless night passed as Penny wrestled with her conscious. She spent time thinking of it all, of what it would mean. And, before long, those thoughts brought her back to her fantasy and she spent the rest of the night teasing and playing, using her fingers and various toys to bring her to orgasm over and over again.

Finally, as the first rays of dawn trickled into the room, Penny had made a decision.

Picking up her phone she dashed off a quick text. It was quick, to the point, no context. Simply a time that evening, the address of a high-end hotel... and a room number.




The day moved slowly, time creeping along at a snail’s pace as Penny tried not to focus on what she hoped would be happening that night. Sara had sent no reply and so Penny had no way of knowing if she would show. But the woman could hope and dream and fantasize and...nope she needed to focus on the day. Classes and meetings had never been so tedious, but, finally, they ended and Penny was out of her office before anyone could stop her.

She sat in the hotel room, now, waiting. Wondering.

Her red hair hung loose around her shoulders. Her gray wrap dress clung to her curves, showing off the swell of her breasts nicely. She toyed with the bow that kept the dress closed, her fingers nervously running against the fabric. Would Sara show? Would she want this as much as Penny did?

Unaccustomed to feeling so nervous and self-conscious, Penny took a long draw of the champagne that she had ordered.

And then the knock came.

It was soft at first, tentative. Penny almost didn’t hear it. But there it was again. Standing from the edge of the bed, she moved slowly, the heels of her black stilettos sinking into the plush carpet.

Taking in a deep breath, Penny opened the door. The urge to kiss her was strong, but Penny knew she needed to take her time. She didn’t want to rush things. She didn’t want to scare the girl off.


“Hello, Sara.” She greeted the girl with more bravado than she felt. “Please, come in.”

 

[wickedpen]

"Intriguing." she said out loud as she read Penelope's text, "723 Davis St. Room 619 7pm"

Clicking the address in the message revealed an upscale hotel in town, not a part of town she normally frequented as the prices were well above her comfort level.

"Not much of a seduction if we are in a hotel room?" she thought as the idea that this was not research related. A good and warm feeling filled her. She summarily dismissed it. There must be another explanation. Possibly an elaborate test of a man's id and his ego divided over the societal norms of being a married man in a hotel room alone, when a beautiful young woman comes to your door and tried to seduce you.

Sara went on to imagine Penelope was recording ti as black mail in a nefarious attack on the academic patriarchy!

"Who ever opens that door is going to have a hard time refusing me." she said falling back into bed.

* * *

Sara felt like a secret agent. Sitting over coffee she analyzed possible targets and then tried to imagine what they were most attracted to. I limited my search to the Psychology department and then wondered about that man she had seen Penelope with.

"Maybe she is testing him?" Sara thought and then her house of thoughts crumbed into jealousy. "He gets to be with both of us but she won't even kiss me?" Sara said as her imagination working the problem was physically effecting her. She was now convinced Penelope was using her in some scheme and had only been teasing her. Playing her along. First presenting me at the coffee shop and now giving me in a hotel room, Sara steamed.

"You are clearly out of your mind." her better self told her.

"But I really thought she liked me." she runs her hands through her messy hair out of frustration then leaned forward with her forehead on the table.

"I better do it." she finally decided and promptly dug out the ripped jeans and green sorority jersey she had from freshman year.

"Seduce a faculty member, be a sorority girl." she said looking at herself in the standing mirror. The jeans and jersey tight and revealing her every inch under a thin layer of cotton and a complete lack of pride. Sara pulled her hair back into a ponytail and found her white tennis shoes. She was right back there.

"Phi Mu, We fuck you!" she said with a smile, recalling the slur her more progressive friends would taunt her with.

She turned and smiled as the jeans still looked good mimicking her lower half perfectly. The jersey was tailored to accentuate her chest and then her abs, which is still did nicely, albeit inappropriately. She remembered her sorority big sister calling the way the jersey was tailored the "we fuck you cut." and groaned "uh huh!" positively when Sara tried it on in her room. It was the first time Sara had felt aroused by another woman.

"Good evening Professor, I need a little help." she said to herself in the mirror imagining a bearded older man with a half empty snifter of Brandy and a pipe, gob smacked by his good fortune.

Dropping her voice, "Uh well, yes, yes young lady come in. I will try to help." breaking into laughter.

She changed into something more comfortable and piddled around her apartment with nothing really on her itinerary. She was not thinking about the imagined professor, but Penelope and her wrist. Sara resisted the urges, hoping to give her added motivation for tonight.

She tried to do some homework but could not concentrate. She watched TV but every show had a character that reminded her of Penelope. She painted her fingernails and toe nails a shiny fire engine red As she did, she thought about how soon she would be able to go back into that little office and report on her hotel room experiment.

Finally, it was getting late and she showered then practically bathed herself in perfume and put on make-up, something she had almost forgotten how to do. She even rolled her hair and hair sprayed it, after digging an old can out from under her sink.

"God I hope I don't see anyone I know." she said looking the perfect college girl.

She called for a Uber and ducked out without being seen by her landlord. In the back of the car she looked out and thought about helping Penelope by doing this. She so wanted Penelope no other could catch her eye, not even her destination.

The driver had to yell to get Sara's attention as she was back on the couch with her lips on her wrist.

"Oh, sorry." she apologized looking up at the tall building with a giant black man in a red jacket man opened the door for her.

"Mam" his deep voice warmed her as she climbed out assuming her role.

"Thanks!" she said with a chipper tone and walked on her toes into the hotel as the other valet held the door for her.

"Thank you." she said bowing her head submissively to him as she walked into the grand entry. It as an old hotel with real wood, ornately carved by craftsmen long past. The red carpeting pulled her in as face that worked there was smiling as every man in the lobbty watched her bounce taking back her younger self, literally, through to the elevator. She could feel their eyes on her backside as she slid her red fingernails into her back pockets.

"619" she thought and pressed six as she looked back out into the lobby to see man people still looking at her. She was a bit of a spectacle. She smiled back, foolishly as the doors closed.

As the elevator slowly crawled up the old building Sara's stomach fluttered with nerves.

Standing in front of the grey door, with an ornate keyhole and knob, still guarded by the men outside, not the electronics in a swipe lock. The thought that Penelope selected this hotel for it's firm construction and thick sound proof walls may have been on purpose, sending an excited quiver through her.

She raised her hand and lightly tapped on the door, then looked down at her feet as she put together what she might say. The door swung open and Penelope stood their.

Sara had been in many strange drug riddled trips but this was one of the most unexpected things she had ever seen. She froze and felt like she might explode.

"Hello Sara. Please come in." Dr Adler said in her slightly less formal tone. Sara did not move, but looked into her eyes, seeking some sign, some glimmer of this being more than research. Penelope held her eyes as volumes and silence passed between them.

Sara stepped forward and into the room but had to know. She raised her hand to the professors cheek as she turned. The professor pushed the big door closed without looking. Sara leaned forward slowly pressing her lips to Penelope's. The stood in a perfect moment, lip to lip, eyes closed, and then Sara felt the her tongue brush her lip.

 

[ms_tiff]

The tension in Penny's shoulders eased, her body relaxing as Sara stepped into the hotel room, a tension what was soon to be replaced with a new unease over what would happen next.

If she was being honest with herself, Penny hadn't that that Sara would actually show. After not receiving a response to her text that morning, she had given up hope that Sara wanted the same thing she did. But now that Sara was well and truly there, standing before her looking like the forbidden co-ed that she was, Penny's heart raced. The moral and ethical dilemma of it warred with her libido as Penny's gaze traveled slowly over Sara's body, drinking in the way the tight clothes hugged the girl's curves.

This was new territory for Penny. Not the lusting after and bedding a woman part, she had done more than her fair share of that. But the lusting after and bedding a student part...well that was an indulgence she'd never allowed herself before.

As she closed the door behind her, her eyes never leaving Sara, Penny was about to comment on how nice the girl looked. But before the words could leave her mouth, Sara's lips were on hers. For a brief moment, Penny froze, stunned at the kiss. Then, with a soft moan, her body eased into the moment, her hands gripping Sara's lean waist and pulling her in closer, her fingers slipping beneath the shirt to brush against soft skin. Her tongue grazed Sara's lower lip.

Heat coursed through Penny's body as her left hand slid up to cup Sara's breast, her other hand moving to tangle into the girl's hair, pulling her head back to deepen the kiss. Her thumb brushed against her lover's nipple, teasingly as Penny rained kisses on Sara's jaw and down her neck before capturing her lips once more.

Her feet moved of their own accord, walking the pair backwards until the bed hit against the backs of Sara's knees. Pushing Sara down onto the bed, Penny stood above her, untying the bow of her dress and opening it slowly to reveal a black lace bustier, lace thong and a garter belt that was hooked to her thigh high black stockings. The dress slid to the floor as Penny moved slowly towards the bed where Sara lay.

Straddling the girl's waist, Penny leaned down, her red hair a curtain around them, and kissed her way slowly, down the column of Sara's throat. She felt the girl's pulse beating rapidly beneath her lips. Tracing her tongue along the pulse, Penny moaned. They had all the time in the world and she wasn't about to rush this moment.

"I want you." She whispered, her voice husky with need. "I want you naked and screaming my name." Her hand slid down, teasing the waist of Sara's jeans, toying with the button of her pants. "I want to make you cum harder than you have ever cum in your life." She nipped at the tender flesh at the base of Sara's throat. "And we aren't going to leave this room until that happens...multiple times."

 

[wickedpen]

A flock of doves lifted from Sara's nerves as Penelope's hands pulled her towards her as they kissed, just as Sara had dreamed. Their kisses, extensions of their minds, and Dr Adler's hand was extended under Sara's sorority jersey, unlike any other hand there before. Sara approved of the change in intrusion and intruder.

Sara was quiet as they kissed and Penelope brought her nearly to orgasm, with the help of weeks of wanting, with her subtle touches and warm pink lips.

Her professor's hands on her hips, walked her back until she fell back onto the bed. She looked up at the amazing red head, as Penelope slipped the material out of it's bow revealing her nearly perfect body wrapped in lace and nylon and the forethought of this seduction and obscene planning.

Penelope climb on top as Sara laid back under her. Penelope's gorgeous hair creating a private moment, eye to eye before gently kissing and licked and savoring her like a fine wine she had waited a lifetime to drink.

"I want you." sent a shudder though Sara who had had plenty of sex in the past, but this felt different. This was unique.

Of course her alter ego had to pop up and try to ruin it.

"Yeah, she wants you like all those other sorority girls in her class. She must be the lesbian goddess of campus." the back of her mind murmured, easily over whelmed by the big base beat of her heart pounding with desire, pumping a lusty rhythm through them both.

"I want you screaming my name.... before we leave here." Dr Adler told Sara as she pressed her lips to the collar of the jersey, sounding more energized and impatient.

"Yes, Penny." Sara said, almost sounding submissive under the object of her greatest desire.

Sara reached her hands around Penelope's back and felt her muscular toned body arched over her. How she wanted to be naked instead of gussied up like a sorority girl offering herself to some old professor for a grade.

"Is this part of the experiment Dr Adler?" Sara sighed, knowing how a male professor liked being shown respect, even as they are shoving their tongue down your throat and racing to cum in you. This was different as Penelope was gentle and enjoying the kissing as much as men enjoyed racing to their final release.

Sara wrapped her arms around Penelope warmly and pulled her down against her, then rolled over, quickly straddling the half dressed professor Sara had been fantasizing about.

Kissing her sweetly on the lips, they smiled and laughed in the darkened hotel room, lit only by a small table lamp on the desk, as Penelope had arranged it.

She stepped back from Penelope and stood barefooted after kicking off her tennis shoes. Sara then stripped her jersey off as though in a hurry. She paused and looked up at Penelope beofre unbuttoned her jeans and sliding them down her long toned legs. She stood naked looking down on Penelope with such want, such desire, she almost dare not move or break the moment. But she had to, and did, she moved her foot between Penelope's ankles, and looked up to see Penelope laying back.

"I am yours." Sara said reaching down and stroking the outside of Penelope's thighs, up to her garters, where she began to open the clasp, then stopped.

"May I undress you Penny?" Sara asked as her heart was practically visible with excitement pounding under her lovely rounded breasts. A smile started to bloom on Sara's face, confidently knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her give permission.

"May I make you scream?" she said quietly in the stillness of the anonymous hotel room where they could be free of societies need and demands..

 

[ms_tiff]

With Sara’s body beneath her, Penny was in pure heaven. She could feel the girl’s curves melding into her own. The pair fit together so beautifully that it made Penny want to cry. The desire that welled within her started to boil, threatening to spill over until it was all she could do not to cum right then and there. She’d never been this close to the edge just from kissing. The sensation was one that she could get used to.

"Is this part of the experiment Dr Adler?" Sara’s gentle sigh sent a thrill through Penny.

“No,” she shook her head as she met Sara’s gaze. “This is definitely not part of the experiment.” She smiled softly, hoping that Sara could see that this was different for her. This wasn’t a roll in the hay with a forbidden girl. This was...more. Before she could say as much, Sara rolled them. Penny gave an uncharacteristically girlish squeal as her lover straddled her. The sound made her laugh, unused to something so girlish coming from her own lips.

The laugher died on her lips as Sara stood and began to undress. Penny’s eyes drank in every inch of beautifully soft, smooth skin that appeared. Sara’s body was every bit as amazing as Penny had dreamed...more so. Her wildest fantasies couldn’t have conjured the image of her lover’s pert breasts peaked with pink nipples that hardened beneath Penny’s gaze. Her mouth watered at the sight before her, aching to taste every inch of Sara’s perfection. Penny’s gaze drifted between Sara’s thighs, her tongue flicking against her lips as she wondered what her lover tasted like.

Sara moved towards her and Penny felt her stomach tighten, the ache between her legs growing.

"I am yours." The words sent a thrill through Penny. A soft moan on her lips as she let them sweep over her. Yes, she liked the idea of Sara being hers. Only hers.

The moan increased as she felt Sara’s hand stroke slowly up the outside of her thigh. Slim fingers toyed with the clasp of her garter belt.

"May I undress you Penny? May I make you scream?"

Penny doubted that there was a woman sexier than the one before her right now. Sara’s words washed over her in a gentle caress that settled between Penny’s thighs. Oh god how she wanted to feel Sara’s lips on her, feel the young woman’s tongue brushing against her most intimate parts.

But there was something that Penny wanted more.

“Not yet.” She sat up slowly, her body pressing against Sara’s as she stood. The two women face to face. One naked body pressed against one scantily clad.

As much as Penny craved the orgasm that Sara would give her, the girl needed to remember who was in charge.

Penny cupped Sara’s breasts, her thumbs brushing against the hard nipples. She bent down, taking one nub between her lips. Her tongue flicked against the pebbled nipple before she bit gently. Her right hand moved down, skimming over Sara’s side, down over her hips, before coming to settle between her thighs. Penny could feel the heat of the young woman’s desire against her palm.

Moving her mouth to the other breast, Penny repeated her actions. Licking and toying with the nipple before biting it. Meanwhile her fingers traced the outside of Sara’s sex, teasing but not entering.

“I want you to remember something, Sara,” Penny kissed her way up her lover’s throat, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Her left hand clasped the back of Sara’s neck, holding her in place. Penny’s fingers continued to tease the outside of Sara’s sex as she pulled away from the kiss. “You belong to me. If that isn’t what you want then you can walk away now.”

Capturing Sara’s lips once more, Penny pressed her thumb against Sara’s clit as she plunged a finger inside her lover.