Twyla Twacht

Lesbo Lessons

Chapter 1

When she arrived in the chairman's office at the high school, Mara Blake was not sure of her boss' sexual interest. Ruth Peter had smiled at her, had talked calmly and casually about the school. But even then, Mara recalled, there was a hint of the sexual attack to come. Even then Ruth had demonstrated a sign that she coveted the younger woman's body. At first it was only in Ruth's eyes. As she talked, her eyes were fixed on the thin cotton T-shirt that sheathed her full round breasts, on the large nipples that seemed ready to burst through.

A moment later as she asked her question, Ruth's eyes fell to the Eurasian beauty's long bare legs and the smooth coffee-colored thighs and lingered on Mara's crotch. Mara was nervously aware that the skirt hugged her flesh too tightly, that her hips and breasts were too sexy for this kind of interview. But it was a hot day and she hated heat. For a second she thought she was wrong about Ruth Peter being a lesbian, but her next remark worried her even more than what seemed to be a frank look of open desire.

"Your skin is very lovely, Miss Blake," Ruth Peters said, eyeing her carefully. "it looks like burnished gold. It's so beautiful I want to touch it."

Ruth laughed as Mara blushed. "Oh it's just that I paint, my dear, and I am so sensitive to skin color. I do a good many nudes in fact." Ruth's eyes were riveted to the deft between Mara's firm thighs. "The texture of skin does fascinate me."

She leaned forward and rubbed her fingers lightly along the beautiful girl's thighs. For a crazy moment, Mara was sure, they would plunge upward into her vagina, entwine themselves madly about her thick bush. It was not only that Ruth's gesture was deeply sensual, she could see that the woman was seriously aroused. Ruth's eyes were dilating as she stared at Mara's legs and her voice was trembly. Or was all this just in her mind?

I shouldn't have worn this damned dress, Mara thought irritably, but she wanted something cool and she had hardly expected a lesbian chairman of the English department. If she had she would not have perfumed her vagina with Chanel Number Five. That had been for Mike, whom she would be seeing in an hour. Mike had insisted. That would be his appetizer, he said jokingly.

"First I suck your perfumed pussy and then we have a French dinner. What could be a better way to start." Mara had not objected. She loved the way Mike gave her head. It kept her tingling down there till they could make love later in his apartment.

"For dessert I'm going to let you eat my cock," he went on teasingly, "and jam it up your lovely sweet smelling cunt."

So Mara had doused her pubic area heavily with it. Rubbed it into the bush, along the sensitive lips of her vagina, even into the labia till they stung. Why not, the big bottle was Mike's personal gift and it had cost him a fortune. But now she was sorry. She wore only the light fluffy red lace panties that Mike had brought at Les Prin-temps in Paris, ridiculously gossamer thin briefs that consider of a couple of strings, a flap in the back that just screened a few inches of her buttocks and that was shamelessly open in front. Mike had bought them because he enjoyed parking the car on a dark street, when they were going somewhere, lifting up her skirt and sucking her. It drove her crazy but he loved it.

But now she was aware that from her chair a few feet away Ruth must obviously be smelling the strong scent that came from her bush. And it was affecting her. She switched her own chair slightly so that Ruth could not stare between her thighs. Maybe she was just imagining things. Maybe Ruth Peter was just regarding her with the eye of an excited painter. It was important that she get this job. She loved teaching and this was one of the best high schools in Los Angeles. She did not just want a dun job modeling or being a receptionist, and acting bored her. Teaching young active, brilliant minds, excited her. If she could get the job then she would not have to return to Hong Kong.