by
Epiphany7

_____"Okay, class. Please read the first chapter of the text for Wednesday, so that we can all get down to work. See you at the next meeting of class." Wow, my first day teaching a college course. I busted my ass all through college so that I could reach this point, and it's finally here. I student taught during college, but this is a whole new ballgame. This time, I'm the one in charge. Yes, I'm still a grad student, but still...I'm responsible for a bunch of twenty-something college kids. And it's so exhilarating! I can remember my first day being a college student, and going up to all of my professors to introduce myself at the end of class. Now the kids are coming up to me. It's such a change...I can't believe it.
_____I'm teaching a rather small course, on minority influence in the arts. Since it's such a small class, almost all of the students came and introduced themselves to me. Now, the very last student is coming to talk to me. I noticed that she kinda hung around and waited until everyone else had left the room to talk to me. I'm assuming that she's kinda shy, so I'm not thinking twice about it. But I must admit, that I AM thinking twice about that tight little skirt that she's wearing like it was made just for her. I'm trying not to stare at those long legs of hers as she makes her way to the front of the classroom.
_____"Hello, Ms. Rodriguez. My name is Monique Thompson. I just wanted to say hello, and let you know that I look forward to getting to know more about you and your work as the semester goes by."
_____"Well, thank you, Monique. I'm glad to hear that. I look forward to any contributions that you can make to my class. And that's a beautiful name by the way..." When I told her that, she flashed me the most gorgeous smile that I have ever seen on another human being. It makes me weak in the knees just to think about it.
_____"Well, I must get going. It was nice to talk to you, Ms. Rodriguez."
_____"Please, call me Elena," I tell her.
_____"Ok, then...later, Elena!" She shook my hand, and turns to leave the room. She kinda stops, turns around and looks at me, and...wait, did she just wink at me? No, couldn't be. I'm just hallucinating. Why would she do that? And besides...she wouldn't know that I'm...like that.

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_____The weeks have been passing, and the semester is well on its way. Thoughts of Monique have been taking up almost as much of my time as have thoughts of all my other students combined. I have been noticing that she always shows up for my class at least 10 minutes earlier than the other students. She sashays through the door, and finds herself a seat towards the front of the classroom. I love to watch the way that her almost waist-length braids swing as she walks, and that little switch in her hips that looks so good that one would almost think that it's practiced.
_____As she takes her seat, she smoothes her skirt under that nice, round ass of hers, gingerly sits down, and crosses her legs at the knee. My God, those long, chocolate legs of hers got me trippin! I always try not to stare, but sometimes I find myself doing it anyway. I just hope she doesn't notice. I always try to pretend that I am going over my lecture notes for the day, but I always sneak a peak at her while she does her nails, touches up her lipstick (and what delicious lips this girl has), or whatever little things she does. Sometimes I can't help but wonder if she is doing all this just to tease me...but she can't know that I'd be watching. And besides, she's not gay that I can tell...only in my daydreams.
_____I'm used to her just sitting there minding her own business before class. She only talks to me afterwards. So it almost gave me a heart attack today when she said, "Hey Elena...would you like to join me for coffee after class today? I'd really like to just sit and talk with you...and not about the material, but about you this time."
_____I almost didn't know what to say, but I did manage to stammer out "Sure. Why not?" I didn't know what to think or feel. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Excited, because I would be spending time with one of THE finest ladies that I have seen on this campus to date, and nervous, because I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep myself from staring at her the whole time. But, we'll see.
_____My material for today was short, so class let out about 15 minutes ahead of schedule. I like to be nice to my students on Friday afternoons, especially when we're having such nice weather like this. Monique is still sitting in her seat, giving me that coy little look that she shoots my way from time to time. She really knew how to get me going. Damn her...
_____"So, Elena...are you ready for me?"
_____Did she mean to say it like that? Well, however she meant it, it got me all excited, and more than a little wet. I sure picked a bad day to wear this little silk thong underneath my skirt! Well, if she wants to play, two can play it that way. "I thought you'd never ask...let's ride," I shoot back at her. She hops up and helps me gather my papers. I give her a look of gratitude as she runs to the door and holds it open for me. I can't help but think, "Damn, she sure knows how to treat a lady," and wonder if she can back up her game when it comes to playing around in bed. Oh goodness...how could I think that? I know I'm starting to blush. I hope she won't notice.
_____We waltz out of the building together, and she tells me that she's taking me to one of her favorite spots around town. She also tells me not to worry about having enough cash because she's paying. "After all, what kind of hostess would I be not to pay for you, especially after I invited you so unexpectedly?" I just kinda give her this little grin, which she returns. My God, those lips. As if I wasn't wet enough already, staring at those lips and imagining all the wonderful things they could do made me even wetter. I feel like she HAS to know about the moisture accumulating between my thighs, but I push that thought to the back of my mind and concentrate on her. We keep making small talk on the way to her "little spot" as she called it. Why does homegirl have to make everything sound so damn sexual?
_____"This is the place," she announces as we come upon this quaint little cafe that I have somehow always managed to overlook. Again, she holds the door open for me, and I notice a rainbow sticker on the glass. I almost faint as I think, "NO FUCKING WAY!" For a second, I think, "I'm hallucinating. She's not gay, this isn't a gay restaurant!" But when I look around and see various paintings and drawings that I recognize as icons in the local queer community, the reality sets in...she IS gay...and this isn't just coffee. THIS IS A DATE!
_____We take our seats and a waitress comes over to us to give us menus. Monique says, "I come here all the time and I know what's really good and what's not. Do you mind if I order for you? I think that I know of something you would like..." I wave my hand as if to say "fine with me". She turns to the waitress and tells her, "Just give us two of my usual," and gives her a friendly smile. I wonder if she knows that her smile gives me butterflies...and I can't forget about the wetness still building between my legs. I cross them at the knee, as if to hide the fact.
_____"How do you know about this place?" I ask her.
_____"One of my ex girlfriends used to bring me here all the time. Is this place ok with you?"
_____"Oh, just fine with me. I was just a little shocked to find out that you are...'family' is all."
_____"Oooooh...family? So then you are queer, too?"
_____I don't like being called queer, but the way she moved her lips as she said it made me not really give a damn what she called me at this point. "Hell yeah!" I reply. "110% dyke, made in the USA! Well, Cuba, actually...but you get the point." She let out the sexiest laugh that I have heard in a long time.
_____"That's good to know. I always like finding more women like me around here. And I must say, I'm relieved to know that you're gay. I'll admit, I've been checking you out since the first day of class, and praying that one day I'd have my chance to get next to you..."
_____At her mention of that, my heart leapt into my throat. Could she be telling the truth? So she really DID wink at me that first day of class. I'll be damned. "Well, don't think that I haven't noticed you as well. Those legs and those lips of yours drive me crazy!" Oh shit...what made me say that? Oh well, it's out now...we'll just see what she does with it.
_____Luckily, here comes the waitress with our food. Great timing. Broke the tension. She and I both start to eat our chocolate cheesecake in silence. But it wasn't one of those "what do I say now?" silences...it was more like we didn't need words just then. She said all that she needed to say with the way that she looked at me as I licked my fingers or licked my lips, and by the way she blushed when I caught her giving my cleavage a thorough examination with her eyes. And I think that I conveyed my thoughts pretty clearly as I squirmed in my seat and sighed every time I watched her wrap her lips around her straw to take a sip of her iced mocha. We finished our food and continued our little "convo" in body language. "That was really good...I'm glad you showed me this place,' I finally say, just to break the silence.
_____"My pleasure," she coos at me. Must she turn me on like this?
_____"You said that you are 21 earlier in the semester, no?"
_____She giggled. "Ya know, that little Cuban accent of yours drives me crazy! And yes, I'm 21 now. Why do you ask?"
_____"Well, I just thought that I could try to repay your kindness by inviting you back to my place and sharing a glass of wine with you."
_____Her face seemed to light up. She smiled one of those radiant smiles of hers, and flashed some of the most perfect teeth. Now that's a million-dollar smile! She stared me right in the eye, and said in a teasing little voice, "I'd love that."
_____With that, she dropped a $20 bill on the table, and we skipped out. This time, I led the way to my apartment. She followed slightly behind me, and I could feel her eyes following the gentle glide of my hips. I smiled to myself, to think that my thick, true Latina curves were enticing to her. And I could feel the anticipation building somewhere behind my navel as I started to think of all the ways that she could appreciate those curves of mine...

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_____My hands are trembling so much that I can barely unlock my door. I wonder if she can tell. Oh hell with it if she can...she probably feels the same way. "Come...sit on the couch while I get the wine and glasses. Make yourself at home." She eased down in that calm, cool way of hers. How can someone so young and tender have such composure? I'm 25, and I'm the one acting like a schoolgirl! Never mind that. Just follow your instincts, Elena. After all, YOU are the one that had everyone - men and women - running after you all through college and highschool. YOU are the one that your lovers always came running back to. YOU are the one that brings people to their knees and makes them beg for more. No need to worry...you just KNOW what to do.

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_____ The way she sipped her wine made me want to just drink her in with my eyes... gobble her all up, every drop. We were sitting there in silence, sipping on this fine Bordeaux that I had received as a gift not too long ago. I was just admiring how sensuous her lips were, when out of nowhere she says, "I propose a toast...to budding friendship, and to beautiful women...such as yourself."
_____ How could I protest that kind of toast? So, I raised my glass, but instead of the usual touching of glasses that follows a toast, she leaned in and kissed me. I could feel my nipples harden and begin to brush against the front of my shirt. Even though the kiss that she began was closed-lipped, I felt my tongue pry her lips open and begin to dance with hers. A gentle moan escaped her lips, and I melted. But then I pulled back.
_____"What's wrong?" she cried.
"I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have taken it there. And besides, you're my student. I don't want to make you feel awkward."
_____She giggled and said to me, "Come on, now. I may be your student, but I'm no child. I can hold my own. And besides...I won't let anything happen that I don't want to happen...or that hasn't already."
_____"Hasn't already? I'm confused."
"Oh, I've been with you countless times...in my fantasies..." And with that, she took the wine glass from my hand, placed it on the coffee table, pulled me in to her, and began to kiss me hungrily.
_____I slipped my arms around her, and my hands found their way to that nice round ass of hers. I could feel her hands trying to find their way around under my shirt, and I was enjoying the feel of her soft skin against mine. I slid my hand underneath her skirt to pull down her panties, and was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't wearing any. Instead of the cool silk or soft cotton that I was expecting, her warm flesh greeted my hands. Literally, smooth as a baby's behind! She chuckled at my surprise...and if I didn't know better, I'd think she planned for things to go this way.
_____While I was enjoying the way that her smooth skin was feeling against my hands, she shocked me by starting to stand up, and pulling me with her. There we were, standing in the middle of my living room floor, kissing passionately. She backed off a bit, and that's when she almost floored me by saying, "Ms. Rodriguez, may I help you with your shirt?" It had been soooo long since I heard her call me Ms. Rodriguez. She said it with the most innocent schoolgirl look on her face, and a tone of voice that implied that she was ready to submit and eager to please. So not only was the girl sexy as hell, she was intuitive...she knew just how to appease the aggressive top that lie within my femme exterior.
_____"Yes, Monique. You may," I replied coolly. "But do it slowly"
_____"Yes, Ma'am."
_____"Damn, she's good!" I thought to myself... She began to slowly unbutton my shirt, leaving kisses on my torso as it was being exposed. "That's right...now continue on with my skirt," I ordered her.
_____"Yes, Ma'am."
_____"Good girl." I was liking this game of hers. I wish I could tell you how my skirt came off, or how I undressed her, but at that point I was too involved in the moment to notice much besides the way that her muscles rippled beneath her skin with her every move, the way her braids tickled when they brushed against my body, and the sound of her breathing...the way it deepened as the excitement rose.
_____So, there we stood, our naked bodies trembling, holding onto each other as if for dear life. I could not help but to kiss her body all over. I started at her lips...I licked them softly, slowly. I tasted of their fullness, and lingered until I'd had my fill. I moved down slowly and began to kiss on her neck and collarbone. I continued my journey down her body, and paused when I reached her nipples. They were so perfect! I almost expected them to taste like chocolate as I ran my tongue over them...first one, then the other. I spent some time licking them, then I sucked on them softly. I could hear her moan quietly, and the sound of her voice turned me on. But being the tease that I am, I couldn't spend too long doing any single thing. Just when she seemed to be enjoying what I was doing the most, I began to move on.
_____I continued down her body and paused again at her navel. I played with her navel ring, and licked around her belly button. I imagined that the feel of the little bead on her navel ring...the subtle resistance that it gave against my tongue...was a foreshadowing of the delicacies in which I was about to indulge. If she only knew that playing with her navel ring was as arousing to me as it was to her! I love piercings...but no matter how much I liked it, like I said, I must continue on.
_____I passed over the parts where one would expect me to stop at next, and began to kiss her calves. I moved up slowly and started kissing her thighs, paying special attention to the tender, sensitive insides. As I moved up her thighs and got closer to the point at which they met, I could feel a warm wetness against my lips. I stopped and licked my lips, and enjoyed her bittersweet flavor. I couldn't help but to moan out loud at the feeling of her juices on my tongue, and I could feel her getting hotter, and the wetness continue to grow.
_____I would have loved to play a little longer, but I was so hungry for her at that point that I could do nothing but push her thighs apart and begin to do what I do best. I began to lick and kiss the wetness from her lips, and she began to writhe under my tongue. I grabbed her ass and guided it down onto the couch, so that I could really spread her open and have my fill of her. I pulled her forward so that she was barely seated on the edge of the couch. She was moaning loudly now, just at my touch. As I kneeled before her, crouched between her thighs, I couldn't help but think, "How fitting that I am on my knees...as if to pray and give thanks for having such a beautiful woman in my presence." I laughed to myself at the thought, and continued to pleasure her before she had time to wonder what was going through my head.
_____I used my tongue to spread her lips apart, and allowed it to probe into the depths of her sweet pussy. Her juices were covering my tongue and lips, and truthfully, I have never tasted anything more delightful. After what seemed like an eternity of having my tongue inside of her, I could feel her hips moving underneath me...as if urging me upwards, to pay her throbbing clit a visit. I slowly removed my tongue from inside her and allowed it to slide up until I could feel that little pearl, hard as a rock, graze the tip of my tongue. Monique screamed in ecstasy. Ha, I knew she was a screamer.
_____I began with a slow, gentle pressure from my lips and tongue. She reached down and grabbed two handfuls of my thick, curly hair, and held my head close to her body. I knew she liked what I was doing. I continued to caress her pearl with my tongue...swirling it all around, gently tugging at it with my lips. Her sex was so lovely; I didn't want neglect any of it. I began to trace the outline of her lips with my tongue, and ever so slowly worked my way back to her clit. She was screaming my name so loudly that I was sure she'd disturb the neighbors.
_____That's when I wrapped my lips around her clit, and began to suck on it like a little piece of candy. Her cum was streaming down my chin, and I loved the way it felt as the hot, sticky liquid left trails on my face on it's descent down to my neck and breasts. My fingers, who had by now grown jealous of my mouth, somehow found their way inside of her. Monique was going wild. I decided that it was time for her to cum for real now.
_____I stopped sucking and began to flick my tongue back and forth across her clit. Her hips began to gently, rhythmically rock back and forth, forcing her clit against my tongue and inviting my fingers to explore deep within. I gripped her ass and pulled her in closer to me with my free hand. Then I felt it start...I felt her body tremble beneath me. I sped up my pace just a bit, and pressed my tongue onto her just a little harder. She screamed, "Oh shit...I'm gonna..." And that's when I felt her let go. Her body erupted into shivers, her skin was covered in goosebumps, and I felt her gush as she screamed my name aloud.
_____I sat back on the floor and looked at her beautiful, trembling body. I was satisfied. I knew I had done a good job, and that she would go home happy. She looked down at me and smiled one of those smiles again. My god, this girl's body was hella tight! She kept looking at me and said, "Oh dear, I seem to have gotten you all wet. What can I do to make it up to you?"
_____I just gave her that little 'come here' motion with my index finger. She gladly complied. She came over to where I was on the floor, kneeled next to me, and started kissing me all over. I was so enraptured by her touch, that I have no idea what went on directly before she crouched in between my thighs and buried her face in my pussy. I don't know what she did down there, but I DO know that nothing had felt that good to me in a long, long time.
_____I was moaning, and as is instinctual for me to do, I reached down and grabbed a hold of her braids. I just loved the way they felt in my hands. That's when she shook her head 'no'. "No?" I asked myself. That's when she said, "That's not how I want to do it." I was confused, but she had me under her spell. I lie there, waiting to see what she wanted. I was shocked when she got up, turned around and sat down, right on my chest and began to eat again! 69...now THAT'S something that I really like to do.
_____So I moved her ass back towards my face, and began my second course for the night. And goodness, I was in love with the way it felt when her braids would slip from her back and tickle my sides. I could not help but to reach my arms around her waist and grab that firm, round ass of hers. I pulled her hips down onto me and began to eat her with renewed fervor. I could hear muffled whimpers of pleasure drifting up to meet my ears, and the vibrations from her voice seemed to reach deep inside of me. And some of my excitement must have rubbed off on her, because she began to fuck me with an urgency that my head could barely comprehend, and only my pussy could appreciate.
_____We lay like that for a while, pleasuring each other in ways that only another woman can comprehend. Our urgency and excitement fed off each other until my impending orgasm was inevitable. My body erupted into a wave of orgasmic pleasure. I felt as though my body were on fire. And the orgasmic bliss with which she trembled and screamed out my name only moments later was the only thing that could quench me.
_____Upon completion of our little endeavor, she turned around and lay next to me and held me in her arms. We kissed and cuddled for a while, as we women tend to do. We looked into each other's eyes, and nothing more needed to be said or done. We were both satisfied, and we both knew that there would be many more afternoons, evenings, and nights like these. But I had to laugh to myself as I thought, "Just because I'm the teacher, doesn't mean that I can't be taught a lesson!"

THE END

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