Learning That Lasts

I'm a fully qualified teacher...My story goes back to when I was training to take up the job. You already seemed to have been at school forever, but at age eighteen you had to go back to school again ( they called it university...but to me it was much like school again ). This time ' school ' was supposedly...to train so that you could .....go back to school...this time to teach. It was largely a club for middle class ' youths ' passing time, delaying the awful day when they had to finally go out to work. I was honestly keen to teach. I'd admired male and female teachers while a pupil....I saw it as my ' calling ' to go out to educate the nations youth....Oh the naivete of my OWN youth.

Almost all the students on my course were very laid back.. The blokes spent most of their time in the bar, playing at beng men.. The girls largely spent their time enjoying the freedom to spend their ' grants ' without a fussy parent interfering, and willingly spreading their legs if one of the ' blokes' had a spare ten minutes. Just a few students seemed committed to learning the job. First Teaching Practice was the acid test...It was for me...but nothing quite prepared me for the following...

Myself and two other girls had been allocated a big inner city Primary School in the nearby city to do our four week practice in. The school was really too big with 500 children packed into fourteen classes. Most of the kids were strangers to the staff. It was very different to the sort of Primary School that I had been taught in. The class I was assigned to was a motley assortment consisting of a considerable number of ' slow learners ' and immigrant, Far Eastern children with little or NO English.. Largely they were NOT slow learners. Their problems stemmed mainly from the fact that English was the second language used at home. The other two students seemed to have ordinary classes though....I started to worry.. I had plenty to be worried about...The kids were ......Well KIDS... ! Their lack of English, and my inexperience gave me dark forebodings as to whether I could survive the four weeks of my practice. The one ' Highlight ' amidst all my depression was Carolyn, ( Cara - from here on ) the class teacher. Cara was tall, dark and had striking blue eyes, accentuated by her very pale complexion. She was late thirties, early forties ..ish. She had the odd grey hair, but it didn't detract from her pretty, perfectly made up face. Cara was fantastic wth the kids. She was kind, funny, easy going and could be quite ' off the wall ' with the kids. However her teaching, discipline and work ethic were fantastic as well. The kids adored her, and I admired her teaching skills.

The teaching practice wasn't going to be easy but Cara was always there offering advice, help and a supportive, smiling face. On the Thursday of the first week all three of us students were called to an after school meeting with the headteacher, to assess how things were going. Briony and Lisa had worn their special ' tight' clothes, and unfastened an extra couple of blouse buttons in an effort to impress the balding headteacher....It worked ! ! The two girls had smiling praise lavished on them....Then the attention turned to me. Apparently my laziness, poor discipline and poor lesson preparation was putting me in grave danger of failure. I thought I'd worked hard in difficult circumstances. I could feel myself blushing as my eyes started to fill with tears. At that moment the door swished open, and in breezed a smiling Cara apologising for being late. ' A parent came in to see me ' was her cheery explanation. Her eyes met mine and she immediately wanted to know what was going on. The head repeated his reservations about me to Cara, who just stood there shaking her head. When the ' character assassination ' was over Cara simply let fly.. She spoke bluntly, leaving the head in no doubt what she thought of his character assessment of me. I forget exactly what she said...it was all a blur. I do remember her parting shot at the head though...asking HOW he could assess anyone's teaching ability, when he hadn't got a clue how to teach ANYONE! She concluded her verbal assault by questioning the sanity of putting a first year student straight into such a difficult teaching environment. Silence met the end of her tongue lashing.. Cara beckoned me out of the room reminding the stunned audience that ' Some of us STILL have work to do !'

In a lovely soft and reassuring voice, Cara apologised over and over for the headteacher's assessment as we breezed through the school. We said our goodnights and Cara reassured me that she'd sort out this ' shitty ' mess in the morning. I dreaded the thought of going in the foliowing day, but all appeared calm. In the staffroom during the morning break one or two revelations were put my way when Cara was called in to see the head. All the teachers were quietly full of praise for Cara's ability in class, but one teacher, Clare, warned me in a low voice that it looked like Cara ' Wanted to get into my knickers.' She explained in an even lower voice that Cara was a' Lezzie ' and that I should be wary if she ' Tries something on.' Cara had never shown any sign of ' Coming on ' to me and I dismissed the malicious revelation out of hand. Cara didn't surface from the head's office and I ended taking the class alone up to the lunch break.

When she finally surfaced it transpired that she'd received an ' official ' warning for her comments defending me the previous night. She didn't look too bothered, but I knew an ' official ' warning was quite a serious punishment. It was home time before I could finally speak to her...I ' cornered ' her in the ladies toilet. I really wanted to thank her for 'sticking up ' for me in the meeting, but her tear streaked face and red watery eyes cut me short.... The bubbly, outgoing, friendly, ever cheery Cara had been crying. She assured me that she'd got something in her eye, but her trembling shoulders clearly showed that wasn't true. I felt angry , guilty , but most of all I felt sorry for her...I offered to see her home...but she smiled, warning me that ' Surely you've been told about me ' and that ' People Would Talk ' if I was to leave school with me in her company. I explained that I'd had a warning about her from one of her colleagues but I assured her that I didn't regard being ' gay ' as some form of a disease.

Cara agreed to going for a drink with me and we drove away in her car and ended up in a tiny bar, sipping schnapps. We talked about a whole host of unimportant things. She truly was a truly lovely person, and wonderful company. She had made no move on me but I felt MYSELF being drawn inexorably to her. We stopped sipping the schnapps and drank it in true German style - Back in one gulp!. Schnapps is lovely, sweet and it sort of encourages you to drink lots of it. It is also VERY strong and soon we were joking, singing, laughing and suddenly we were kissing in our dark corner of the crowded little bar. She wasn't just kissing me, I was kissing her with ALL the enthusiasm I could muster. The bar was full but no one took any notice of us as our hands explored each other. Cara stopped suddenly...wanting to know if I was all right...I remember telling her that imploringly that I'd NEVER been more all right ! With a gorgeous smile she called over my shoulder to the barmaid to phone us a cab.

The next thing I really remember is climbing into a black cab. Once the cab had set off our bodies were locked together again. We kissed and fumbled all the way to Cara's little flat. Once inside we really ' got to it,' There was a gentle tenderness in the way she undressed me. I truly wished that I had got her skilled fingers but it didn't seem to matter. I was naked very quickly, Cara was down to her pants and stockings. I was treated to a cornucopia of pleasure as she kissed, lapped, sucked and nibbled every conceivable part of my body. Between my toes, under my arms, down my spine and then all around my back place, deep inside my pussy and way down my throat were just some of the places visited by that urgent tongue and soft, moist lips. Regrettably I made no protest when I was deterred when I tried to reciprocate. Cara just told me to lie back and let me ' do you properly.' I truly was 'done' that night. Looking back it was probably THE seminal moment in my life.

Back at school the following day, we could barely keep our hands off each other.. Each break that came along saw us disappearing into stock rooms, toilets and even into the empty sick bay. We kissed, sucked, licked and gobbled every conceivable body part on that highly charged, frenetic day. A wonderful tingling and delicious soreness invaded BOTH our trembling bodies. Work wwas just a distraction that day as we roughly stripped, lapped and probed each other's bodies at every conceivable opportunity. From that day to this I've never experienced such sexual intensity. Strangely though at home time she refused to meet me at the club....or anywhere else.. Back at school the next day everything had ' cooled.'

She remained a ' brick ' in the classroom and was the main reason why I got good assessment marks for the teaching practice....and passed with flying colours. Try as I may though I couldn't persuade her to ' Go out for a drink again,' - she always made excuses. Only on my last day did she relate why she'd ' cold shouldered ' me. I thought my heart would shatter when she told me that although she thought she could easily love me, she didn't want ME to waste my life on ' an old slapper.' She graphically laid out the fact that when I was thirty she'd be getting on toward sixty, and that my soul mate was out there somewhere waiting for me...I desperatly tried to convince her that I would love her at ANY age, but she refused to budge. I could NOT get it through to her that I could never regard her as a ' slapper,' but all my protestations fell on deaf ears.

I owed that beautiful woman so much....But she wouldn't be swayed and she just cast me adrift. Thinking about it now, it truly was an unselfish act of love....it was just the sort of thing Cara would have done. I left the school in floods of tears on that last day,.. vowing that I'd seek her out when I qualified as a teacher, and try again to persuade her to share her life with me.. To my shame I never did. Within two weeks I was back on the ' boyfriend ' treadmill again. Somehow though, spreading my legs, gasping appreciatively, sucking cock and swallowing cum no longer had the same appeal. The lpainful loss of my anal virginity to a self centrd muscly rugby player was the lasat straw!! Cara was no longer in my life, but....She was ALWAYS in my thoughts... and her influence most certainly remained with me. ..Men were slowly becoming an annoying sideshow in my life. The new me was starting to look elsewhere...The change had begun.

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Variety is the Spice

I didn't really want a drink when I went into the small bar. But I didn't want to go home to an empty apartment either. The bar was just the lesser of two evils.

As I climbed up onto the barstool, I held onto the hem of my already short skirt to keep from exposing any more flesh than I had to. Even so I saw the way the guy down at the end of the bar had his eyes glued to my legs. Hell, I should have charged him admission. I quickly crossed my knees to end show and tell.

Somewhere on the long side of thirty, the blonde bartender was sexy in a cute sort of way. Of course the dim lighting inside the bar helped hide any major defects. But she wasn't bad looking and she had a great smile. You know what I mean. Pepsodent teeth and all.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Becky. What are you drinking?"

"A screwdriver sounds good," I smiled back at her. "I'm Natalie. Nattie to my friends and bartenders."

She laughed lightly. "Hi Nattie. One screwdriver coming up."

As she turned away to mix my drink, I found myself staring at her firm and rounded little ass. Her ass was packaged inside a skirt that was at least a size smaller than it should have been. It had been a long time since looking at another broads ass had turned me on, but I could actually feel a tingle down there between my legs.

Reluctantly pulling my eyes away from her ass, I fumbled a Camel out of my purse and lit up. As I took a deep drag from the weed, I wondered what in the hell was happening to me? Forty-three years old and here I was getting all hot and bothered from looking at some little blonde bimbos ass. Maybe it was just that I was horny. My last sleep-over lover had finally gotten around to admitting to me that he was married. As hard as I kicked him in the nuts, he's probably singing soprano in the church choir by now. But there hadn't been much action in my bed since.

And enter Becky once more. She slid the drink down in front of me and hit me with that smile again.

"Here you are, Nattie. The first one is on the house. If there's anything else I can do for you, let me know."

Our eyes met and the tingle between my legs was back again. Lifting the glass to my lips, I licked my tongue around the rim while keeping my eyes locked with hers. She actually blushed, but I knew that I was getting the message across when she dropped her eyes to the front of my blouse. Someone rapped on the bar for service so she turned and glided smoothly away from me.

Like I said, I hadn't been with another woman sexually for a long time, but I remembered how nice it could be to feel someone soft and perfumed in your arms. This little fluff behind the bar was giving out some powerful vibes that she might be ready for some lady lovin' if I played it right. So I figured, what the hell. Might as well find out one way or the other. It was only a minute before she drifted back to stand in front of me.

"Ready for another drink, Nattie?" she asked, that smile blowing my mind again.

I shook my head. "No thanks. How late do you work?"

She glanced at her wrist. "I'm off in fifteen minutes. As soon as the night barman gets here. Why?"

"You wanna come up to my pad for a while?"

"Your pad?"

"Yeah. My apartment."

"I'm married."

"I didn't ask you that, honey. I asked if you wanted to visit my playpen for a while? Don't make a big deal out of it! Either you do or you don't."

"Are you a lesbian?" she asked.

"No, but I am sure as hell bi," I grinned at her. "I just didn't know it until I came in here for a drink."

"What do you mean?"

"Long story," I shrugged. "How about it? You wanna go home to hubby? Or do you wanna go home with me?"

It took her a long time to decide. Every bit of five or ten seconds. "The night guy is coming in now," she said. "I'll meet you out in front, okay? I have to go count my drawer."

As I turned on the bar stool, I saw that the creep at the end of the bar was still hoping the floor show would start again. Spreading my knees as I slid off of the stool, I let him have a good look. He was choking on his beer when I went out the door.

She was out the door in less than ten minutes. Putting my hand on her back, I steered her to my beat up Chevy and opened the door for her.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said as she slid onto the cracked vinyl of the car seat. "Done anything with another woman I mean."

"Well, it isn't on my regular menu either, dollface," I laughed as I slid in behind the steering wheel. "But they say variety is the spice of life, right?"

"You know, you sound like what a guy would say sometimes."

As I wheeled the Chevy out of the parking lot and onto the street, I steered with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other. Pulling her hand up under my skirt, I pressed her palm into my panty covered crotch.

"You don't feel a dick under there, do you baby?"

"No."

She giggled as her fingers began rubbing the lips of my pussy, her hand staying under my skirt even when I let go of her wrist. What was it she had said before? She had never been with another woman? Sure! And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime either.

By the time we pulled into the garage of my building, my panties were sopping wet from those fingers that had never touched another woman before. Going up on the elevator we played a little suck-face, my hands rubbing all over that beautiful ass of hers.

Once inside the apartment, we didn't even make it to the damned bedroom. The two of us were naked by the time we stumbled as far as the sofa. I pushed her down on her back and crawled on top of her, loving the sensation of all that soft skin beneath me as I tried to suck the tonsils out of her mouth. After a while, I slid my lips and tongue down over her belly and through a silky forest of pubic hair. Suddenly I was wearing her pussy on my face like a Halloween mask, my tongue dancing the mambo with her clitoris. I guess she thought it was a wrestling match because she had my head locked in between her legs and was bouncing that cute ass and moaning like a fucking banshee as I ate her out. I waited until she had quieted down to a soft whimper of pleasure before freeing my head from her leg lock and moving up to straddle her face. Her tongue was already moving when I lowered my pussy to meet her mouth and for someone who had never done another woman before, she sure as hell was a fast learner.

Still naked, the two women sat on the sofa with there arms around one another, both sated and at least temporarily satisfied. The blonde woman cupped her hand over the older woman's breast and squeezed gently. "Aunt Natalie? Could I be the hard-boiled female private eye the next time?" "I suppose so honey," the older woman responded. "But I really do get turned on when you play the French whore and me the librarian."

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True Desire

The first time I ever thought about another woman in a sexual way was about a year ago. My husband and I had been fighting a lot and it had been about a month since we had been intimate. A month may not be a terribly long time, but even when we did have sex it lacked any passion. We didn't have any time to ourselves so it was always a quickie while the kids were asleep which ended with Ted having his fun but my itch barely being scratched.

It was late at night and Ted and the boys were all asleep. I was still awake having thrown my final load of laundry in the washer. I turned on the television figuring I would watch something on cable until the clothes were ready for the dryer. As I flipped through the stations I came across a movie on Cinemax that caught my eye. I watched the movie for about ten minutes before I realized that it was a soft core adult movie. I came to this realization when the two attractive women on screen began kissing passionately and slowly shed their clothes. Their tryst continued and as it did my hand slipped under the waistband of my sweat pants and into my moist panties. I stroked my lips and the slippery opening causing my juices to flow steadily from my long ignored canal. My nipples were stiff, and my mons and clit were swollen as I watched these two lovely ladies explore one anothers body. My breathing became labored as I continued my ministrations on my needy pussy until the ladies on screen and I all reached a wonderful climax.

After that I thought about lesbian sex often. I began to look up lesbian sights on the Internet searching out pictures and stories of women enjoying each others bodies. I would read stories of women making love to one another and imagine it was me in the story. My fingers would stroke my nether regions and I would imagine they were the soft talented fingers of another woman bringing me to the heights of ecstasy. The more I saw and read the more I ached to be touched and loved by another woman.

Ted and I stopped having sex altogether at this point and I honestly didn't miss it. For the next eight months we went through the motions of marriage, but with no intimacy or love, just constant bickering. At night after Ted would drift off to sleep I would stay up and look for the adult movies on cable, or drift across cyberspace looking for another story to satisfy my needs for a lesbian fantasy. My hands and my vibrator becoming the hands and tongue of the woman in the story on the screen, and always ending in a glorious climax.

When my youngest son asked me why daddy and I fought so much I knew it was time to make a change. I told Ted that we should separate and the following week he was gone. I was alone for the first time in years and I was faced with the prospect of learning how to socialize and meet people all over again. It was a frightening thought. I had little time to interact with other people so I began to frequent chat rooms to satisfy my need for adult interaction, but as we all know that type of interaction while intriguing lacks the warmth and intimacy of human contact. I was alone and frustrated but unsure of how I could meet the person I dreamt about. She existed of that I was sure, but I was far too shy and inexperienced to take the initiative to go out and meet her.

One day as I was traveling through the erotic world of cyberspace I came across a story that moved me far beyond the usual fantasy. It spoke to me in ways I can not express. As I read the story of a woman being seduced by a stripper at a Jack and Jill party I was taken by the erotic but tasteful images presented. The story seemed to speak directly to me, and when I finished reading and my breathing had returned to normal I typed an e-mail to the author. It was the first time I had ever commented on a story I read but I had to let the author know how much her story had moved me. As luck would have it shortly after I had sent the letter my computer told me that I had mail. It was a reply from the author. My heart fluttered for a moment as I opened the e-mail. After I read her reply I typed out an instant message just saying a simple Hello, I wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed your story. We began to converse and I learned that the story was fictional, but based on her life, and I slowly revealed to her my situation. She was pleasant and helpful in telling me how to go about meeting people and gave me some ideas which I assured her I would try. After nearly two hours we said our good-byes and I read her second story which she had directed me to. I was left with the same feelings of want and desire and retired to the bath to relieve the sexual tension that had build inside me all afternoon.

The following day I decided to throw caution to the wind and go buy an x rated video. I drove to the next town so no one I knew would see me going into a seedy video store and parked in a far corner of the lot. Butterflies danced furiously through my stomach as I slowly approached the entrance. I pushed the door open and tentatively looked inside. There were boxes of videos displayed everywhere all with beautiful naked women smiling alluringly at me. I took a deep breath and pressed on. I slowly walked up and down the isles of videos finally finding a section labeled "All Girl". I smiled and looked for a video that caught my eye and settling on one called "All Eight Girls Are Wet and Working". I picked up the box and slowly waked over to the register. As I approached the counter I noticed that there was a young woman behind it. I sighed in relief, thankful that I would not have to face a man on my first foray into the world of x-rated videos. I shyly placed the box on the counter and waited for her to ring in the order unable to look up at her. As she entered the price into the register I could feel her eyes on me and I slowly looked up. Our eyes met for just a moment and she smiled. She was pretty, very pretty in fact. Her auburn hair reached just below her shoulders and framed a soft attractive face with bright blue eyes. I looked at her for just a moment before she said "this is a nice selection" and told me the cost. I reached into my purse and pulled out a twenty dollar bill and slowly handed it to her. Her hand lightly touched mine before she took the money and placed it into the register. It sent shivers down my spine. As she placed my change on the counter her hand reached over and lightly stroked the back of my hand. She smiled and said "you have never been with a woman before, have you?"

"No" I answered. My eyes quickly looking away.

Her hand continued to rub mine lightly and I looked back into her pretty eyes. Her hand moved up and began to stroke my arm while I stood staring at her not believing what was happening. Her other hand moved to my arm and pulled me toward her, while she leaned across the counter. Our lips met in a soft kiss. I swooned and our lips parted. I could taste the lipstick on her soft lips and the sweet taste of her mouth as out tongues began to dance. Her hands moved up my arms and ran sensually through my hair while we kissed, our passion beginning to build. My hands moved up to her face and I gently stroked her cheeks while I experienced the most wonderful kiss of my entire life. My nipples stiffened and I felt a familiar tingle beginning between my legs and spreading outward. I could feel the juices begin to flow while her hands slid down to my chest. Her hands found my hard nipples and lightly pinched them through the fabric of my sweater causing me to softly moan into her mouth. We continued to kiss there in the store her hands getting bolder and slipping under the bottom of my sweater finally touching my bare tummy. I let out another moan into her mouth letting her know she was pressing all of the right buttons. She took the cue and moved her hands up and released the front clasp on my bra allowing her access to my bare breasts. Her fingers brushed lightly against my hard nipples and I tried to make harder contact. She laughed into my mouth while our tongues dueled. Her lips left my mouth and moved to the nape of my neck kissing and sucking the soft flesh. She kissed and licked my ears as her hands pinched my nipples with increasing force. My body began to shudder and I felt the beginnings of a small tremor. She moved my sweater up exposing my breasts to the cool air, her hands rubbing my now achingly hard nipples. The tremors increased, her mouth sucked on my neck and ears, her hands rubbed my breasts and I exploded in a small but wonderful orgasm. Her mouth moving back to my mouth to muffle my moans and yelps of ecstasy.

We continued to kiss across the counter until she broke off the kiss and asked me if I would like to continue this someplace more comfortable. Realizing where I was I breathlessly said "yes" and she locked the door and led me back to the office. There was a couch in the room and she led me to it by the hand. We stopped in front of it and she turned and kissed me again. Then our lips parted and she said"by the was my name is Lisa"

I laughed and told her my name was Lynn and then I pulled her back to me and kissed her. I was slowly feeling more confident as I felt her tight body pressed against mine. In the privacy of the office she slipped my sweater over my head and then slowly slid her dress off her pantyless body. I saw her body and my passion skyrocketed. I slid my jeans and panties over my hips and pressed my naked body against her warm flesh. My lips kissed her neck and slowly down to her breasts. I began to kiss her nipples, biting them lightly causing her to moan softly. I kissed her breasts learning as I went. My hands roamed over her body while I sensually sucked and kissed her taught nipples. She let out a soft moan while her hands moved to my head and lovingly caressed my scalp. I began to kiss my way down her body, my tongue leaving a wet trail down her tummy. I stoped momentarily at her navel before slipping between her legs and slowly kissing my way to her sweet wet sex. Her legs were spread wide and I studied the folds before leaning in to kiss the tuft of hair just above it. My fingers parted her lips and I inhaled her scent deeply. It was sweet and I loved it. I had to taste her. My mouth descended on her sex and my tongue slipped inside. She was sweet, sour and salty all at once and I lost myself in her wetness. My tongue was everywhere while I tried to inhale every drop of her juices. Her hands ran through my hair directing me to her most sensitive places. When my tongue touched her clit she moaned her ardent approval. I began to concentrate on her clit, licking and sucking it into my mouth. My fingers slipped inside her pumping furiously while I continued my assault on her clit. Her legs began to shake and shudder while I licked and sucked her. She began to talk to me..."Yes that's it, come on lover make me come" she pleaded. Spurred on by her words my free hand moved to her breasts while my mouth devoured her sex and my other hand slid in and out of her soft wet hole. She continued to talk..."yes that's it right there, oh yes, I'm close, oh yes right there" she yelled as her body began to quiver and shake violently. She yelled my name as she exploded in a fabulous release. I continued to lick the folds of her sex avoiding her hypersensitive clit before I slowly kissed my way up her lovely body. I pressed my body against hers and kissed her on the lips again, letting her taste the delicious juices I had just enjoyed.

"Are you sure you have never done this before" she asked

"No never, but I plan on doing it again" I replied.

"Well not before I do" she said before kissing her way down my body and bringing me to heights I never knew existed with her very talented tongue.

I left the store with the video, a new vibrator and a new lease on life.

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