Memoirs

Memoirs

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Chapter Five

Mrs. Collins (Cindy)

By Chrissy and Peyton

It was my freshman year of high school that my art teacher recommended I be placed in advanced art with Mrs. Collins. She was an artist herself teaching high school and privately for people who had a keen interest in becoming an artist. My second semester of my freshman year I was placed in her class composed of mostly upper-class students me being the only freshman in her class.

The first few weeks were a little tough for me as I didn't have the respect of any of the other students or of Mrs. Collins. Not to mention things with Samantha and I weren't going well either. By mid semester Samantha and I had broken up and it showed in my art as when I was allowed to paint free style my paintings tended to lean towards the dark sad side and not reflecting a happy or cheerful scene that others drew.

Mrs. Collins took note of my paintings and drawings taking me into the hall one day to ask if everything was okay in my life as she could see the change in my work. She told me most really good artist create based on how they were feeling and my work was showing something was really bothering me. Needless to say I couldn't tell her I had broken up with my girlfriend as that most likely would have gotten me tossed from her class or school so I just told her a close friend had moved away and I was sad. She seemed to accept that but I could tell she wasn't convinced of my story.

My sophomore year in her class was much better as my mood had changed being over the breakup of Samantha and me. I was painting and drawing better and it was noticed by Mrs. Collins. While she was encouraging and complimentary of my work I was far from her favorite. That honor went to Janet Cook who seemed to get all the perks in this class though from her work I didn't see why. There were at least half a dozen other students, me included, who I felt were much better in this class. Janet was a senior and this was her third and final year in Mrs. Collins class. As the end of the year approached, Mrs. Collins seemed to show less interest in Janet and more interest in me and a few other girls in the class.

My junior year began and Mrs. Collins class was my favorite. She was an excellent teacher and my art seemed to blossom in her class. Many students noticed it too and while some called me the teacher's pet others would look to me for help if they needed it if Mrs. Collins wasn't available. One afternoon before class was over Mrs. Collins asked me to come to see her when school let out if I didn't need to get home right away. I had already received my driver's license and my parents had bought me an old used car which I treasured so I was able to stay after school.

"Did you want to see me Mrs. Collins?" I said as I came into her classroom.

"Yes, Julianne. I seemed to have lost my aide Janet to graduation last year and seeing how much your work has improved I was wondering if you would like to help out?" she asked me.

"Yes, ma'am I would but I thought Beth was going to be your aide this year?" I said because Beth another student in the class had started the semester as Mrs. Collins aide.

"Yes, well it seems Beth has decided it is too much for her with her other activities and she asked to be relieved of her duties. So would you like to be my aide for this year?"

"Yes ma'am, I would be honored to be your aide," I told her.

"Good, then if you can stay for a half-hour now, I need for you to go around and pick up all the brushes and charcoal and put them in the containers in the stock room here." She led me into the stock room and showed me where to put the brushes so they could soak overnight and where the charcoal would go.

I put my backpack down and walked around picking up the brushes first placing them in the containers to soak. As I did this Mrs. Collins was already in the stock room opening a box of new supplies that was sitting on the floor. She had squatted down to open the box as I came in and I could see up her skirt seeing she was wearing red panties. She did nothing to hide them, not even paying attention to me as I walked in. After I had picked up all the charcoal and brought them in to put away, I could have sworn she had unbuttoned a button or two on her blouse as she bent over. I could see her red bra and her cleavage very clearly. Again she never looked at me or acknowledged I was there.

After putting those things away I asked her what else she would like for me to do and she asked me to hand the rest of the things from the box to her as her skirt was too confining and it was hard for her to kneel without it ready to split apart. She laughed and said she must be getting old and fat.

I knew she was only in her late twenties and she was far from fat as most of the school talked about how gorgeous she was and what a figure she had with perfect C-cup breast and hips and an ass you couldn't get enough of. Then there were her legs which were beautiful and looked smooth and soft but tight and shapely. Most of the boys I had heard said she was a walking wet dream. The girls were all in awe of her and her stylish looks wishing they could have legs, an ass and boobs like hers when they got older. They all knew her husband was one lucky guy but then the picture she had of the two of them on her desk, she was lucky too as he was quite the looker himself.

"Mrs. Collins, you are neither fat nor old. Skirts, especially that one, aren't made to give and they didn't make them expecting you to get down on the floor like this," I innocently said to her.

"Thank you Julianne. It's always nice to get compliments especially from young pretty girls like yourself."

Nothing else was said or insinuated that day. A week later we were cleaning up and getting things ready for the following week. We were both in the stock room when I backed into her after getting some materials from one of the top shelves. When I backed into her I fell directly back with my hands full so I had nothing to balance me. It was like she was expecting me to back up as she caught me placing one arm around my waist and the other on my arm to keep me from dropping the box I had retrieved off the shelf.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Mrs. Collins. I didn't see you back there," I said and stepped away from her immediately.

"It's okay. I'm glad I was there. You might have fallen and hurt yourself and I surely don't want you to get hurt. Next time let me know you are reaching that high and I will make sure I'm here to assist you so we don't have any accidents," she said smiling as she winked at me.

Another week passed and Mrs. Collins and I were getting along really well. In fact it seemed too well. She was always complimenting me in class on my work and after class she complimented me on my outfits or my hair or makeup. Hindsight she was really flirting with me but as a student my mind wasn't going in that direction so I hadn't noticed. But at the same time I was flirting back at her too complimenting her on her hair or outfits. Even when she would wear a short skirt I would kid her about squatting down to the floor like she did the first day not saying anything about her panties but telling her good thing she had me to get on the floor for her.

The fourth week was when all things changed for us. She was at her desk and I was cleaning up the room putting all the supplies away for the weekend. I noticed out of my peripheral vision she was watching me. I had on a red short but modest pleated skirt and a white pullover v-necked blouse that you could see my bra faintly but not revealing enough to see anything plus sandals. It was one of my favorite outfits even though it didn't show off my figure it just looked good on me. I had a habit of bending over and not stooping down with this skirt. I'm sure there were times you could see or almost see my panties underneath. Being in the classroom only thinking Mrs. Collins was in there with me, I was not paying attention as I would bend over to pick a brush or piece of charcoal up.

I glanced up to see her staring at me and I must of turned as red as my skirt. She smiled at me then looked down at the papers she was grading. Something in me clicked and I could feel that there was more to Mrs. Collins. I took the supplies into the stock room and put them away. I hesitated for a minute trying to decide what could I do or was it too much of a gamble to push the issue and find out if my intuition was correct. Before I could decide Mrs. Collins came in the stock room looking at me the whole way. She apparently had made up her mind stopping about two feet from me. Talk about awkward, but I was afraid to move not only was she a much older person than I was but she was also my teacher.

Mrs. Collins took a step towards me, moving me into the back of the stock room where no one could see us if they walked into the classroom unless they came to the stock room door. She lifted my chin with her finger looking me in the eyes. "If you are afraid and don't want this to happen tell me now and it never happened," she said.

I didn't say a word. Only when she moved her finger up to my lips instead of backing away or moving her hand away, I kissed her fingers closing my eyes as I did. Mrs. Collins moved even closer and placing her hands on my arms she leaned in and kissed my lips. It was a short but wow was it a sensuous kiss. I practically melted right there. She took my reaction as an invitation and leaned back kissing me again this time with more emphasis feeling her tongue trying to enter my mouth. In seconds I was holding her tight and we were kissing passionately.

"Oh god, Julianne. I've wanted to do this with you for so long. You don't know how many nights I go home after school and dream of you and me kissing."

I was stunned and frozen. I had no idea what to say or do. It was better than heaven kissing her yet she was my teacher and this was so wrong on so many levels. We kissed again holding each other tight. Breaking the kiss she told me, "We have to stop before this gets too carried away. We don't want to get caught in school. Julianne, I would really like to see you outside of school if you would like?"

I finally found my voice as this was becoming so unreal but I had to take the chance. "I would like to but how?"

"Can you meet me at the mall tomorrow at noon?"

"Yes, I believe so," I replied.

"Good. Go in the east entrance and walk through the mall coming out the west entrance. Before you walk out of the mall go into a store and turn around to see if anyone is following you. If they are then shop in the mall for a while and don't come to me but make your way back to your car. If no one is following you then come out to where I will be. When I see you walk out, I'll drive up and pick you up. We have to keep this to ourselves for many reasons, okay?"

"Yes ma'am. I won't tell anyone," I told her.

"Except when we are in school or at any function where there are others from school around, you can call me Cindy." She kissed me again and my legs became weak as I thought of what we might do tomorrow.

I left school and went home not remembering anything about the drive home. In my bedroom I fell onto the bed immediately pulling my skirt up and my hands going down between my legs finding my panties already wet. It took me maybe four minutes or less to bring myself to an amazing and strong orgasm thinking about what happened and what may happen tomorrow.

The next day I got up and took a shower making sure I was clean everywhere. I shaved my pits and all around my vulva making sure it was clean and soft. I applied lotion, put on the right amount of makeup but not too much for my mom to be suspicious and did my hair. I pulled out my prettiest and hopefully sexiest pair of panties and bra, the only ones I had that had lace trim on them. The panties were light purple more of a bikini cut and the bra had a front clasp with the lace on the edges of the bra and over the cups. It showed the small but nice swell of my breast. I picked out a black pleated skirt since I had worn my red one yesterday and a button up light purple blouse to go with it. Once away from the house I would be able to unbutton a few more of the buttons as this blouse was somewhat tight fitting and if I unbuttoned some buttons it would show some cleavage. I thought I looked pretty damn good. I just hoped Mrs. Collins thought so too.

Arriving at the mall early so as not to be late I began my walk through the mall as instructed. I wasn't sure why parking at one end and walking to the other end was all about, but that's what she wanted me to do so that's what I did. I stopped in a women's store walking to the side and watching the entrance and able to see out into the mall. I didn't see anyone who appeared to be following me so I came out the west entrance and a car pulled up and the window came down. I could see it was Mrs. Collins and got in the front seat.

"You look so beautiful Julianne," she said after I got in.

"Thank you and you do to Mrs.... I mean Cindy," I stuttered.

"Nervous? It's okay. I am too," Cindy said and put her hand on my arm. We left the mall driving around for a bit turning left then right and seemed to be going in circles until she got on the main road and we drove to her house. It was a house similar to mine, two stories, a double garage and a lot of trees around the lot.

"I didn't know we were going to your house?" I shyly commented.

"We can't go to any place public now can we? You and I can't be seen kissing or holding hands and there isn't any place else to go unless you would be more comfortable going to a hotel? Are you afraid of being here? I can take you back if you like."

"I guess I wasn't really thinking of where we would go. What about your husband? Won't he be here?"

"No, he travels a lot for his work and is gone for months at a time. He won't be home for another five weeks at the minimum. We have the house to ourselves," she said as we drove into her garage and the door closed behind us before we got out of the car.

We went into her house and Cindy offered to give me some wine if it would relax me some since I seemed so tense. I took the wine and drank it probably a little too fast. We went into her family room sitting on the sectional couch they had. Cindy was wearing jeans and a pullover shirt which only made her breast seem that much bigger. She crossed her legs and kicked off her shoes. My god she had beautiful feet. So perfect and the nails looked like they had been professionally done.

"Julianne, let's talk a bit so we can understand each other and so there is no misunderstanding between us. I have this desire for young girls such as yourself. I find them beautiful, sexy and irresistible. While I am married and love my husband, he knows that when he is gone I find comfort in bed with young girls. I will never leave my husband for you or any other girl but I will also give you all of me when he is not around. Understood?"

I nodded my head still a little on edge.

"We can meet as often or as little as you desire but we must take extra precaution to be sure we are not being watched or found out about our times together. It would be devastating for me to be caught with one of my students and having sex with another woman would likely cause both of us big problems in school and out so I am establishing rules that we must go by to protect ourselves."

Again I nodded my head.

"Rule number one is what happens between you and me stays between you and me. No one is to know about us, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," I was finally able to get my voice.

"Rule number two is never ever come here on your own. If we need to meet we will discuss it at school using signals I will get into so that there never is a word spoken outside of here about meeting. If we meet I will pick you up at a designated spot and time. Okay?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Rule number three. Once we decide it is over between us there is no going back. It's over and it never happened. Okay?"

I nodded but not fully understanding the meaning of what she was saying.

"Okay, now for the way to meet. Unless we decide differently I will always pick you up at the mall. There are four entrances north, east, south, and west in that order as they are numerically marked on the map in the mall. If we are to meet at your desire, sometime during class put your purse under your feet. Once I see it I will tell you to be careful not to fall over your purse getting out of your seat. That is my agreeing to meet with you. If I don't say anything then I am unable to meet you that day. If we agree to meet then I will clap my hands when it is time for everyone to put their supplies up for the day, the number of claps signifying the exit I will pick you up from. You pick which exit you will go in from but pick a different one each time and don't do them in order. Mix them up. Don't expect me to have the same car each time, so don't look for the same one. My dad owns a car lot and I drive one of his cars off the lot so it will be different from day to day and week to week. If I want to meet you I will clap my hands like the other times. If you agree to meet don't do anything. If you can't leave your brushes and pencils on your seat so I know you cannot meet. When we are together we can always plan to meet another time but follow the same procedure if something comes up and you cannot meet. Do you have all of this straight?"

"Yes, I believe so. Is there a reason for the mall and the way we have to meet?"

"Both of us need to be very careful in order for us to see each other. For me being caught with you could cost me my job and my career not to mention the embarrassment it would cause my family and husband. For you it would cause great embarrassment in school and could cause you to be expelled and we don't want that. The reason I want us to go through this is to not get complacent and think no one is paying attention. Thus if we never say verbally we are meeting then unless they catch us together they can't put one and one together. But if we get complacent and careless if someone is watching then we get caught. This way we have more ways to avoid getting caught."

"Okay, I understand. It's a shame as I am legally able to make this decision so we are not breaking any laws."

"Yes and I make sure I am only with girls who are of legal age so I don't have to worry about that aspect. But like I said there are many moral issues here and societal issues that don't approve of two women together and then the school prohibits me having relations with any student."

"I understand and will make sure I am careful each and every time so you do not have to worry about us."

"Thank you. I'm afraid all this talk has sort of taken the romantic aspect out of us meeting today so if you want to just talk and get to know each other we can just do that. Would you like some lunch since it is just past lunch time?"

"Yes ma'am, that would be nice," as we stood to go into her kitchen.

"Julianne, in time I hope you lose the formality of talking to me when we are not at school. I want us to be friends and not think of each other as teacher or adult and student."

"Habit I guess but I'm sure I will get over it. I still am having a hard time wondering why me? I mean look at you. You could probably have anyone you want as beautiful as you are yet you decided you wanted to be with me."

Cindy looked at me for a few seconds smiling and I thought I saw her eyes slightly water up but then she came over to me lifting my chin and kissed me. "That's why I wanted to be with you. You are so beautiful, so insightful and way too sexy for a teenager."

We hugged and kissed holding each other standing in her kitchen. Our lips mashed to each other, our tongues dancing around in each other's mouth and our hands holding each other tight to not let the other get away. Our breathing became heavy and she pulled back a little taking my lower lip with her by her lips.

I moaned my face trying to follow her as to not break the kiss but she let go of my lip and kissed my nose then my forehead. "You look so beautiful today and you smell even better. You make my knees weak and my heart race seeing you and holding you this close. You have some sort of grasp on my emotions and I can't get enough of you," she whispered to me.

She knew what she was doing as her kissing was the best I have ever experienced and her words were making me want to be with her that much more intense. "Take me to your bedroom and make love to me," I was finally able to get out of my throat.

I was led up the stairs and into her bedroom which was immaculate. As was most of her house, it was decorated with paintings which I assumed she painted but in her room she had paintings of young girls in various stages of dress. She even had one of two girls kissing and holding each other's breast in their hands. Her king size bed was in the center of the wall with nightstands on each side. There was a mirror on the opposite side of the room which when in bed gave you a clear view of the bed and anyone who was in it.

Cindy led me to the side of the bed and turned me around taking me in her arms and kissing me passionately. We kissed and moaned and I finally got the nerve to be the first to make a movement with our hands. I bought my left hand around from her back and up between us placing my hand over her right breast. We both moaned at the same time Cindy pulling me in tighter as I touched her breast. She pushed back a little breaking the kiss looking at me with a smile and look of lust in her eyes. She began to unbutton my blouse pulling the tail of it out of my skirt letting it open up exposing my bra.

"Oh my, that is such a pretty and sexy bra you are wearing. Did you wear it for me?"

I smiled back at her nodding my head as she pushed my blouse off my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Her hands came up to cup both of my breasts causing me to sway and moan. Before she took my bra off her hands went down to my skirt unbuttoning the two buttons that held the waist tight letting the skirt fall to the floor too.

"Julianne, matching panties too! God what a gorgeous body you have," she said as she let her one hand ease down my stomach and over my panties between my legs.

I moved my leg out a bit to let her hand go between my legs and she ran her fingers up through my slit pushing my panties in as she went.

"Oh, Julianne. You are already so wet," she told me.

Feeling very aroused and lightheaded I tried to take her blouse off but was having a hard time with her hand between my legs. She laughed a little seeing me struggle and pulled it up and off of her.

Wearing a bra I still could see how big and beautiful her breasts were with the swell spilling out over the top of her bra. I leaned in and kissed the top of her breasts my hands on her sides. She moaned and placed her hands on my back letting them run down my back to my butt each one squeezing my butt cheeks.

She pushed me onto the bed and I back-crawled my way into the center of the bed. She unfastened and unzipped her jeans pushing them down as she wiggled her way out of them. Cindy's panties were similar to mine but I noticed a dark spot on the crotch of them which let me know she was enjoying this as much as I was. She crawled up the bed parting my legs so she could lie between them. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed our tongues darting in and out of each other. My legs wrapped around her upper thighs until she started moving her hips up and down rubbing our pussy's together.

"Oh fuck," I said accidentally but apparently it was taken in the right way as Cindy moaned and moved her hips faster and harder.

Our breathing became much harder and faster and my hips were rolling up to meet hers as they pushed down on me. We continued to kiss not wanting to break apart, her hands on my face and in my hair. My hands moved down her sides and over across her hips to her panties and I held firmly onto her butt as it flexed while she thrust her hips up and down.

"Oh Cindy, god you are going to make me cum," I moaned out to her.

"Yes, baby, yes, cum for me. I want to feel you cum," she moaned back.

Seconds later with her encouragement I felt my body rise to a level I'm not sure I have ever reached before then explode as my orgasm took me to someplace that was beyond heaven. I moaned and my body jerked as I felt my orgasm consume every part of me. Cindy kept her hips moving and I could distantly tell she was close too so I tried to squeeze her butt cheeks harder and that was all it took and she squealed, "Oh god, yes, I'm cumming!" Her whole body jerked and she tensed up pushing down one last time hard onto me. Her head fell to the side of mine and I could hear her gasping for air as her orgasm over took her body.

Minutes later we were both laying there recovering from our intense orgasm. She moved her head so her mouth was against my ear. "No one has ever made me cum that quickly or that powerful. My god, that was totally insane."

Knowing her age and knowing she has been with others before I didn't really believe her figuring that was something she said to everyone to keep their interest up. Because I hadn't responded she pushed up and on her elbows she looked at me. "You don't believe me do you?"

"It's not that I don't believe you it's just with the number of girls you have probably been with I find that hard to believe."

Cindy sat up and sat cross-legged between my legs pulling me up so I was sitting facing her. "It is true I have been with several girls both as a teacher and growing up but none of them has ever brought me the satisfaction you did in what five minutes. Most of the girls are novices and what excited me about them is taking their sweet innocent bodies and making them feel something they have never experienced before. If I orgasm with them it's maybe once or twice at the most and usually with my fingers assisting them to get me to climax. I usually wait until after they have gone then masturbate at the thought of what I did with them to satisfy my needs. We haven't even taken our clothes completely off and you already brought me to a powerful orgasm. Julianne believe me I am telling you the truth."

"It was very powerful for me too. I do believe you," I told her.

We hugged and kissed sitting in the middle of her bed both still in our bras and panties.

Her hand moved down between my outstretched legs feeling my soaked panties. "You need to get these off and allow them to dry some before you have to go home."

I laughed and said we both should get out of them. I leaned back bringing my legs together and in the air as I slid my panties off. Cindy did the same then she unclasped her bra and took it off and for the first time I saw both her hairless pussy and her large breasts with half-dollar size areolas and large nipples that were already protruding out about a quarter of an inch. I followed suit unclasping my bra leaving me nude with my bare pussy and my rather small b-cup breast with my small areolas and smaller nipples.

We looked at each other studying our bodies before Cindy uncrossed her legs and placed them on each side of me. I moved closer to her with our pussy's almost touching and we kissed. Our tongues dancing around as my hand went up to her breast. As my finger went over her extended and hard nipple she sighed and moaned into my mouth. "Play with my nipple. That really turns me on," she moaned to me.

At the same time her hand went to one of my breasts playing with it while the other went between my legs and I could feel her fingers move between my lips probing the inside of me. I gasped and my hips automatically flexed moving into her fingers. Not wanting to climax without her I took my other hand and placed it between her legs running my fingers up through her very wet slit. My finger easily parted her lips and entered inside of her.

"Use two or three baby," she moaned into my mouth.

We sat there kissing and feeling the other's breast, while one hand was inside of the other's pussy generating considerable pleasure from both of us. Moaning and breathing hard we continued to finger the other not breaking our kissing. In this short time with Cindy I had already figured out that kissing was a full part of her love making. To me I was all for it because she was a fantastic kisser and it really had me hot and bothered.

We continued to finger each other getting the other close but not over the edge. Cindy apparently had enough of this foreplay as she forced me down on the bed yet stayed between my legs. She moved so she was lying between my legs with her head just above my pussy. She smiled at me saying, "This is what I want. Tasting you and making you cum with my tongue has been my dream for over a year now since you have been in my class."

She then lowered her head and licked me from my perineum to my clit slowly to get a good taste of me. I moaned and arched my hips up to meet her tongue which was in one lick driving me up the wall. She continued to lick and alternated from tonguing me to sucking on my clit. Her hands were on my thighs holding them open and sometimes pulling my lips out for her to get more of my pussy with her tongue. She pushed her tongue in my hole as far as she could get it and swirled it around causing me to again raise my hips to meet her tongue. I was moaning and my head was back turning from side to side as she continued her assault on my pussy. Sensing my pending orgasm she placed her thumb at the entrance to my pussy and with her forefinger she began to tease my pulsing rosebud. Her mouth latched onto my clit and she sucked it into her mouth twirling her tongue around it.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm going to cum," I yelped then I felt my body again rise up and explode as it hit me and overtook every part of my body. My hips jerked and bounced off the bed. I don't know how she was able to do it but she never let go of my clit as she sucked it into her mouth. I am not a squirter but I felt a little bit of juices flow heavier and faster when I came more so than I had ever done before.

As my body began to relax Cindy had let go of my clit but was still licking away at my pussy and my thighs licking up the juices that leaked out. She even licked below on my perineum down to my ass hole which only made my arousal come back to life and I began again with an orgasm building up. Cindy feeling my body reacting to her tongue continued to lick me as she put two of her fingers inside of my pussy and began pumping them in and out.

"Oh Cindy, you are going to make me cum again. Oh, oh!" I moaned my breathing increasing rapidly. She brought me to the brink only to back off and allow my body to relax before she increased her pace again bringing my body to another high. Just as I thought she would back off she found my clit and sucked it into her mouth her fingers pumping in and out of me. "Fuck, don't stop, don't stop, awwkkkkk!" and it hit me hard again. This time it was so hard I must have blacked out because when I opened my eyes Cindy was lying beside me holding me in her arms kissing my forehead.

"Wow! That was out of this world!" I told her.

"I'm glad you liked it. That is sort of my specialty making you cum until you black-out."

"You have my permission to do that anytime you want," I said and lifted my head to kiss her tasting my juices on her lips. "Mmm, you taste like me."

"You like that taste?" she asked.

"mmm hum," I moaned and smiled. "It's better when I taste it on your lips then from my fingers."

"Sounds like someone really likes the taste of pussy," she chuckled.

"Something wrong with that?" I smiled back at her.

"No, not at all. Another thing I crave about you."

We lay there cuddling for a few minutes enjoying the moment before the kissing again got carried away. This time I got down between her legs. Her outer lips were already flared out quite a bit allowing my tongue to glide easily inside of her. Cindy moaned and spread her legs out wide arching her hips out as my tongue slid along her slit. I continued to lick and probe her pussy with my tongue trying to go as deep as I could, occasionally flicking my tongue around her clit that was protruding out. I used my thumb to enter into her pussy from the bottom side getting it covered in her juices then as I used my tongue to go deep inside of her I moved my wet thumb down to her rosebud and rubbed it around her hole. She gasped and moaned , "Oh yes, Julianne, there, push it in there, oh god yes."

As my thumb entered her I could feel her orgasm begin to rise almost laughing to myself about her comment about not cumming very much with the other girls. I used my tongue to move up to her clit sucking it in my mouth and twirling it around with my tongue at the same time my thumb was going in and out of her butt hole. She moaned and again her hips coming off the bed then she grunted as she came.

"Oh god, yes. I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" Her body jerked and tensed and she at first rose up from the bed with her hips then collapsed just as fast to the bed her body twitching with her spasm contracting and easing. Her abdomen muscles were showing as she spasmed showing how lean and muscular she was. I thought to myself I had never seen a more beautiful person than her as she lay there trying to recover from her orgasm.

"You did it again," she was finally able to say when her breathing had slowed. "You are truly a gift from above as you take me to places I have never been before."

I chuckled and replied, "That's sort of my specialty. Making you feel better than you have before."

She laughed and we hugged for awhile as we talked lying together in her bed. Before the afternoon was up, we had fingered each other to another orgasm and then engaged in a sixty-nine with Cindy again climaxing. As we lay there before she suggested getting in her shower, she said to me, "Julianne, you are truly amazing and one hell of a lover. Where have you been all of my life? I certainly hope you have enjoyed this afternoon as much as I have and you will want to get together again."

"You are amazing too and I can't seem to get enough of you, especially these as I pinched her nipples. Anytime you want to get together as long as I can get away from home I'm yours."

We kissed but then as we were getting aroused, she told me no more today. Her body needed a rest so we hopped in the shower washing each other and kissing in between. After I got dressed, we made plans to meet again the next weekend at the mall at noon. Friday she would tell me which exit with her hand clap. She drove me back to the mall letting me off at an exit not where my car was parked. We didn't kiss in the car but she took my hand and squeezed it before I got out.

The next week at school was tough as whenever I was in her class or after school in her room all I wanted to do was to hold her and kiss her. We did kiss a few times in the stock room but kept it quick and light to not get too aroused. Neither of us said a word about the past or coming weekend as she preferred we not say anything at school that might be overheard and absolutely nothing in writing either.

The weekend got here ever so slowly and my body was both aching for it to get here and becoming aroused knowing that by Saturday I would be in bed with my twenty-nine-year-old teacher. Friday she gave the clap, the signal advising me which exit to be at and I went home pulling out a pair of dice. I rolled one dice. I figured this was the best way to be random as I needed to have one of three numbers rolled. Once I had my number, I put the dice in my desk drawer and got in bed dreaming of tomorrow. Waking up Saturday I didn't bother getting all dressed up as I had done before. This time instead of a skirt, I wore jeans, tennis shoes and a pullover t-shirt and a light jacket as it was cool outside. Unlike last time though I made sure to paint my toenails though I knew they wouldn't be as pretty as Cindy's.

This time my exit was the one next to where I parked so I walked through the mall about halfway before turning into a store and watching for anyone to be following me. Not seeing anyone I headed for the exit where Cindy would be waiting. Right before I got there I ran into some girls from school. We talked for a bit and I was afraid I would miss Cindy as it was already five minutes passed noon. I made an excuse I had to leave to go get my mom and headed out the exit. Instead of standing outside I began to walk down away from the exit so no one could see me from inside. Cindy had been watching me and when I finally stopped, she pulled up telling me to hurry and get in. She then turned down into the parking lot finding a space towards the back where we could see the exit door but they would have a hard time seeing us.

"What's up?" she said acting worried.

"Right before I walked out I ran into some girls I know from school. They wanted me to hang out with them and I had a hard time getting away from them. I walked down the sidewalk to get away from the door so they couldn't see me unless they came outside. Then you came and picked me up."

"Good thinking sweetheart. I was watching the door and as you came out, I didn't see anyone behind you. Had I seen someone, I would have driven up to you, telling you to go home then left. You did really good and fast thinking too. This is why we take these precautions. In case something like this comes up. Remember there will always be another day for us."

"I know but I so wanted to see you today. I've really had a hard time this week not being able to hold you or kiss you. "

"Awww, you are just so sweet. I have really missed you too and can't wait to get home now so we can get naked and in bed."

We drove to her house and once inside we both made a beeline for her bedroom taking off our clothes as we went. By the time we got in her room, we only had our pants and panties, which came off seconds after being inside. Laughing we jumped on the bed wrapping our arms and legs around each other kissing like we were two lovebirds who hadn't seen each other in months.

"Oh baby," she moaned. "I missed being here with you."

"I missed you too and these," I said as I took one of her nipples in my mouth and lightly bit on it. My hand went to the other breast not coming close to being able to cover it as it was bigger than my hand.

"Ooooh, yes honey, bite my nipple. A little harder, that's it. God that feels so good," she said as she hugged me.

I continued to bite her nipple and squeeze and play with the other breast as her hand went down my back side to my butt and she caressed my ass cheeks. "You turn me on so much my love. I am so glad you are here."

I moved to the other nipple with my mouth letting my hand slip down her stomach and over her mound between her legs. She was already wet my fingers easily sliding between her lips as I gently let my hand and fingers caress her pussy. Cindy opened her legs apart allowing me to have full access to her pussy and I took advantage of it as my hand moved over her down below her pussy. She moaned and pushed my head downward giving me guidance as to where she wanted my face. I turned and straddled her lowering my pussy to her face as mine was now over hers. We began to lick and suck on each other using our fingers to spread lips out or to probe other spots.

"You have the best tongue and you know how to use it," Cindy moaned to me. When I went to her clit and pulled it out and sucked on it she moaned more. "God yes, bite it, let me feel your teeth on my clit."

I bit her clit lightly not wanting to hurt her but she kept saying harder and harder so I bit thinking I would end up drawing blood but all she did was scream that was it and keep doing that and she would cum. So, I used my fingers inside of her with my pinky teasing her rosebud while I bit down on her clit. It didn't take but a few minutes of biting and playing with her rosebud and she cried out she was cumming and about threw me off of her she bounced up so hard.

I eased off my biting seeing teeth marks around her and used my fingers coated with her juices to massage her clit lightly to get the feeling back into it. I hadn't cum yet but for once I wasn't as concerned as all I wanted to do was to satisfy her. I moved off of Cindy and moved up to kiss her while she was recovering from her orgasm.

She looked over at me and her eyes seemed to be telling me something that I wasn't able to quite read but I could tell it was good whatever it was. I held her and kissed her a few times as she lay there looking at me not saying anything.

A few minutes later, she seemed to snap out of the euphoria she had experienced and she pulled me to her kissing me very passionately on my lips and pulling me into her harder than I could remember her doing. It was like she didn't want there to be any space between us. She broke the kiss taking her hand and running it through my hair and over my cheek still giving me that look.

Cindy then got up and rolled over to her nightstand pulling out a large dildo. I had seen them in magazines like the ones Kim and I had looked at years ago and again in Spencer's Gifts with Samantha but this was the first time I had seen one up close.

"Do you want to use it on me?" she asked me.

"Yeah, but I've never used one before," I replied.

"I'll show you, then if you want, I can use it on you too," Cindy said.

I smiled as I was hoping she was going to use it on me. She took the dildo and opening her legs up she held it at the one end and took the tip of the other end she rubbed it up and down her pussy getting the end of it nice and wet from her juices. She took my hand placing it on the other end telling me to slowly ease it inside of her. I moved down a little on the bed to get a better angle while holding it and also to see what I was doing.

"Slowly, yes ooohhh, more, more," she moaned as it slowly slipped inside of her. Once I had it about three quarters of its length inside of her she instructed me to pull it almost completely out then push it back in faster than the first time. After three or four times of doing that she said to go faster. Cindy began to moan and her head went back and her eyes closed as she kept telling me faster and faster.

"Fuck yes, keep going. Faster, deeper," she said as her hips were now bouncing off the bed. She looked up at me her eyes fixed on me with that look again as her mouth formed an O. Then her body shook and her head went back her eyes closing and her legs tightening along with her stomach as her orgasm swept over her. I tried to slow down but she wouldn't let me telling me to keep going.

I pushed it in and out as fast as I could and minutes later, she had another orgasm bigger and harder than the one she just had. Her body shook and she trembled before she grabbed my wrist that was holding the dildo and kept me from moving it in or out.

"Holy fuck!" she said. "That has never happened before. God girl, what is it with you making my body do things it has never done before?"

I pulled the dildo out of her looking at it coated with her juices. I contemplated licking it to taste her when Cindy took my hand and pulled it towards her. "We can share but I get first taste," she said and with her tongue licked it up from one side. "Here," she said, you can have some too," as she put it over towards my mouth.

Placing it up to my mouth I first inhaled it before putting the whole thing in my mouth and licking it. Cindy laughed and took it back licking off the bottom where our mouths hadn't reached yet.

"Are you ready for me to use it on you? I do believe someone hasn't cum yet and is overdue."

I smiled and laid down on my back opening my legs for her. Cindy put it back inside of her to get it all wet with her juices in case I hadn't leaked enough then she got between my legs pushing them out a little more. "If it hurts or is too much tell me and I'll stop." She placed the tip at my lips and rubbed it up and down a few more times to get the dildo wet then she slipped the head inside of me about an inch before stopping to see if it was hurting me. Not getting any negative response from me she pushed more of it inside of me. She again stopped to see if it was too much.

"It's tight and it is filling me up but it doesn't hurt. Just go slow until I am ready," I told her.

She pushed more of it in until it was completely inside of me then she pulled back. Getting an audible gasp she stopped to see if I was okay. I gave her the go ahead and she pulled it back out and was pushed it back in. This time it didn't feel as tight and I gave her the all clear sign to start fucking me with her dildo. She began to move it in and out and faster. It was a feeling I have never experienced before other than what Samantha and I had done. "Oh, it feels so good. Yes Cindy, yes!"

Soon she was moving it in and out with ease and she was fucking me. "Fuck, I'm close. Yes, I'm going to cum!"

Cindy moved it faster her thumb from her other hand rubbing circles on my clit. I could feel my orgasm building and knew I was helpless to stop it. "I'm there, I'm there, yes, oh god!" Then I exploded in a massive orgasm as I cried out. Cindy left the dildo inside of me and came back up wrapping her arms around me holding my head next to her breast as she wiped the sweat and hair from my face. I looked up at her to see that look again. She leaned down and kissed me while it was passionate I could feel this kiss had something more behind it.

We lay there for a while Cindy holding me as though I was her baby caressing my face and running her hands through my hair. The dildo, from my contractions, plopped out making an almost farting noise causing both of us to laugh.

After a few minutes Cindy asked me to sit on her face which I gladly did watching her as she ate me to another orgasm. After that she decided we had spent enough time in bed and she wanted to spend the rest of the day just being with me. We put on our panties and I put on my t-shirt and she got one out for her and we went downstairs while she made us some sandwiches. After we ate we went into her family room and she sat in the corner of her sectional. She asked me to sit between her legs resting my back against her. We sat there for hours with her running her fingers through my hair or across my shoulders sometime around my waist squeezing me. We would exchange a kiss here and there but nothing overly passionate. Very little was said other than we did discuss what I wanted to do with my future.

I told her of my aspirations and she said while it would be difficult with the number of artist who ever make it big, it was obtainable and if anyone could do it she thought I would be able to do it. We discussed colleges for me to attend, her telling me the best art colleges were in New York, London or Paris. I told her I probably would go to the state university for undergraduate work and maybe for graduate work go to one of the other named art schools. The tone of her voice to me had changed from the first time in her class when we talked. It was more soothing and felt more like it was coming from within her than from sexual desire. Maybe I was reading too much into it but with her eyes looking at me like they were I was wondering what was up.

Our day ended much too soon and she informed me she would be unable to meet next weekend because of a family obligation. The following week would be the last we would have time together as her husband would be home that weekend coming home a week earlier than expected. It would be two months before we would be able to meet again.

Those were a very rough two months but Christmas was during the second month so I was occupied with all the family obligations too. The last day of class before Christmas break I was helping to clean up her room with school being out for almost three weeks. We had most everything put up when she pushed me to the back of the storage room and kissed me passionately.

"I've really missed you more than you can imagine. I want so desperately for us to be together but there is no way until after the first of the year and school starts up again. My husband will leave the second week of January and be gone for two months and I can't wait for him to be gone so I can be with you."

We kissed again and she then said we were taking a big chance talking and kissing here but she couldn't stand not seeing me for the next few weeks and had to get one last kiss. She then handed me a present gift wrapped for Christmas. She told me she wanted me to have something from her. Cindy said I should put it in my backpack and open it when I'm alone to avoid having to answer questions about who gave it to me. She then kissed me again and told me Merry Christmas.

When I got home, I hid the present under my bed. I was always raised that you only open Christmas gifts on Christmas thus as much as I wanted to open my present from Cindy, I put it under my bed and waited until Christmas before opening it. The next week was Christmas but I was already missing seeing Cindy at school each day. Christmas came and I celebrated the day with my family. Late that day I came up to my room closing the door and pulling the present out from Cindy. I ripped off the paper and opened the box. Inside was a pair of panties and bra that were light pink, very lacy and transparent. They obviously were very expensive from the material and design but were they ever sexy. Underneath was another box. I opened it up to find a silver charm necklace with a heart charm attached to it. Looking closer it was engraved with "Love Always." I began to cry seeing this and thinking what all of it meant but then I remembered what Cindy told me. She said while we were together, she would give me all of her but she would never leave her husband. I was confused but I rationalized she was giving me this present to represent what we have now but that one day it would be over.

The holiday season was over and school started back up. The weekend after her husband left Cindy gave the clapping signal telling me which exit to be at tomorrow. I had already told my mom I would be busy all day with a school project with some classmates.

Being winter I was dressed in jeans, my boots and had on a long sweater top with my coat. Underneath my clothes I wore a very special pair of light pink see through panties and bra, plus a silver necklace with a heart pendant. Cindy was right on time as I walked out of the mall and we went to her house. We were like horny bunny rabbits as we got inside of her house. Our coats and shoes came off first followed by our pants. When Cindy looked at me seeing what I was wearing she stopped undressing and sat on the edge of her bed watching me. I saw what she was doing and slowly pulled off the rest of my jeans before I took off my sweater top. Cindy gasped and put her hands to her mouth as she looked at me.

"Oh my god, you are so gorgeous," she said and her eyes became watery. "Don't take them off. Leave them on for now. I want to be able to see you." I walked over to her as she sat on the bed her jeans still on her feet. I crouched down to take her pants off looking up at her smiling as I did. I then moved between her legs and pulled her top off of her then unhooking her bra pulling it away and tossing it on the floor.

"I want to thank you for the beautiful Christmas present so today is all about you. I aim to please you every way I can and don't want you to even think of trying to make me cum. Do you understand?" I instructed her.

"I can't ....." she tried to say but I put my finger to her mouth.

"Either you agree to my rules or you take me back to my car. Okay?"

She just nodded her lips were trembling with my finger on them. I pushed her back onto the bed and removed her panties. Seeing a dark wet spot on them I pointed it out to her and told her someone is a little anxious so maybe I should give her some relieve quickly to ease her anxiety so she can concentrate on the rest of the day.

I opened her legs up and crawled in between them lowering my mouth to her pussy immediately using my tongue to get her going. Feeling her becoming very wet I stuck my middle finger inside of her getting it coated with her juices. As I continued to lick her with my tongue, I took my middle finger and began to circle her rosebud slowing trying to insert my finger inside of her. I had to re wet my finger a few times but was able to get her rosebud wet enough my finger slipped inside of her and I used it to fuck her while my tongue was working on her clit. She didn't last long before she came hard bouncing on the bed.

That day I ate her pussy twice, fucked her ass with my finger, used her dildo on her to two more orgasms and fingered her once before I felt she couldn't take anymore. We ended up downstairs this time I was sitting in the corner and she was lying with her back against me as I rubbed her hair and shoulders.

As we talked on the way back to the mall, I saw tears running down her face. She told me thank you for today. No one had ever treated her the way I had done today making her the center of attention and it made her feel really loved. She asked if it would be possible if we could get away for a whole weekend. She knew a resort about six hours away and she would like for us to spend the weekend there. There was a holiday coming up so it would be a four-day weekend. I told her I would make something up and we could go but we would have to leave my car somewhere else because you can't overnight park at the mall.

We went away for the four days leaving my car at the airport where it wouldn't be noticed. Our time together was pure heaven as we slept together naked, made love, and were able to go out to eat without anyone recognizing us. It was the best three and a half days of my life.

Cindy and I continued our relationship throughout my junior year and into the summer. The summer was easier for me to get away but Cindy still had students she taught privately. We still managed to see each other at least twice a week. Our routine was to make love then cuddle on her sectional talking about life in general. Senior year rolled around and we knew time was coming to an end. For me I knew in my heart I had feelings for Cindy but based on her statement when we started I knew when we graduated, she would find another student to take my place as I went off to college and we would have no contact after that. Those were her rules.

One afternoon about two months before school let out we were cuddling on her sectional after making love. Our discussion had been light up to now but knowing the end was near I wanted answers to questions I was curious to know.

"When we first got together you mentioned the rules of our relationship," I said.

"Yes, and we have been very careful up until now."

"When you picked me to be your aide was it your intent to have me as your sex partner too?"

She didn't immediately answer so I sat up and turned to look at her. Her eyes were red and it was clear she was close to crying.

"You're not my sex partner. You are much more than that. Saying it that way makes me sound like a slut or predator that preyed on you as my student to have sex with me."

"I'm sorry. I didn't intend to demean our relationship but your rules were clear. When I graduate it's over and there is no going back or seeing each other after that. That means the only reason to see each other in the meantime would be to have sex so I don't understand why you would be so upset with the question?"

"Julianne, before you came along the girls I asked to be my aide were in fact the girls I attempted to groom for my sex partner. So yes, when I asked you to be my aide my objective was to get a really good aide but also a girl who I could have sex with too. Does that answer your question?"

"Who do you think you will choose to replace me next year?"

"I am not even thinking of next year right now. I am only thinking of being with you."

"What if you can't find anyone what will you do?"

"Julianne, please. I really do not want to talk about next year."

"You said you have an interest in young girls. Does that mean once they graduate you are no longer interested in them?"

"I don't want to answer that. You are making today very uncomfortable after we had such a good time earlier. Why all these questions?"

"I know our time is almost up and soon I'll be away at college. I am just wondering if the last two years meant something to you or if I'm just another notch you can say you enjoyed while I was here."

"Okay, enough. We need to have a talk. I want you to listen to me very carefully. I am only going to say this once and then I'm not going to go into it ever again." She paused to let what she said be absorbed by me before she continued. I could tell she was now upset with me as I apparently hit a raw nerve with my questions.

"I picked you because you have artistic talent more than any other student I have had and yes I was hoping we would be able to have some kind of relationship that involved sex. The other girls I have picked were just to satisfy a need I had for young girls. I always have cut it off with them after high school to avoid having multiple girls come to me after graduating wanting to hook up from time to time. Plus with all of them I was ready for it to end anyway as my interest in them was no longer there. They became sex objects and I had no feelings for any of them."

Cindy paused and I could see her struggling with her next sentence. "What I didn't expect was to find someone I would fall in love with."

"You fell in love with me?"

She couldn't answer as her tears were beginning to fall but she nodded her head.

"How? Why? You made it clear there would be no relationship and no contact after I graduated?"

"I tried but from the first time we were together I could feel my heart slipping away and when we were not together all I could think about was being with you. Everything I told you about how you made me feel I have never felt with anyone other than you. Not even my husband. With all the other girls I would have sex for an hour or so and then I would take them home. With you my best time was cuddling with you here holding you, smelling your hair and feeling you lay next to me. I don't know what I'm going to do next year but my feeling right now is I am done with finding young girls. As far as I'm concerned, I found the only one in my life and if I can't have her then I don't want anyone else because no one can compare to you."

Cindy was outright crying now and I felt like crawling under a rock for treating her the way I had just made her feel. I got up and made her move so I was behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into me just holding her. We sat that way maybe fifteen minutes before she was able to speak.

"I'm sorry Julianne. I tried but I couldn't help falling in love with you. If you don't want to see me anymore, I will understand."

"Cindy, I wish you had told me a long time ago. I knew something was up because the way you looked at me and talked to me plus your cuddle time gave me many reasons to think things between us had changed. I kept reasoning you were just devoting yourself as you stated in your rules so I talked myself into keeping our relationship on the very good friends level. Now I am confused because I know I do have feelings for you but for two years I've had to convince myself it was only temporary and not to get too attached to you."

We lay there silent for a few minutes while I held her my arms wrapped around her and her head against my upper chest and neck.

"I want to see you every chance I can before I leave for college," I whispered in her ear. "Now that I know how you feel maybe we can break one of your rules and see each other when I am on breaks or you can get away and come see me. It will also give me time to sort out my feelings for you."

"I would love to see you now and as often as we can," Cindy said.

She looked up at me and we kissed passionately. Only wearing t-shirts and panties it didn't take long for the panties to come off and we fingered each other to a really strong orgasm filled with passion and desire.

I left for college and while excited about where I was going I also felt like I was leaving my heart behind. The first month away I cried several times wondering if I would ever see or hear from Cindy again and missing her. A little over a month after I was at school my mom sent me a letter asking me to call at a specific time and day. There was no "hi honey, how are you doing" when I called and my dad was on the phone with her.

My mom told me the newspaper had run an article about my art teacher. She had been accused of having sex with some of her female students. Four were named and I was one of them. She was under investigation for having sex with a minor plus the school had suspended her pending the outcome of the investigation. My parents had been contacted by an investigator with the sheriff's office and one from the school to get my address and phone number to question me. Both of my parents, apparently since the story was out, had been given the cold shoulder at work making matters worse. My dad was livid. He asked me if I was the slut they alleged and if I were a dyke. He pissed me off instead of trying to console and protect me. He called me names which really pissed me off so I told him yes I was a dyke, though I hated that word, and no I wasn't a slut because I didn't have multiple sex partners. After that I slammed the phone down refusing to talk to them anymore.

Our school had a legal center that was operated by the law department and staffed with students who were majoring in law. They could provide advice to you but they couldn't represent you since they were not licensed attorneys. I talked with one student, a female, explaining the situation I was in without admitting to having sex with Cindy. I showed her the letter I had received explaining why the sheriff and school board wanted to talk with me. She agreed to help me with the interview from the detective and the school. When they called she and I were on the phone together. Per her advice this is how the conversation went.

"Miss Reed, this is Detective Roberts from the Jones County Sheriff's Office. With me is Sue Whitley with the Jones County School Board. We would like to ask you some questions about a former teacher of yours, Mrs. Cynthia Collins who is under investigation for having sex with underage girls and for violating school policy."

"Okay," I replied.

"Did you ever have sex with Mrs. Collins before you were sixteen?" he asked.

"No," I said which was true and the one word answer the law student advised me to give.

"Were you ever coerced into having sex with Mrs. Collins?" he asked next.

"No," I replied again truthful and kept to a one-word answer.

"Do you know of any girls who were under the age of sixteen to have had sex with Mrs. Collins?"

"No," again it was a truthful answer.

"Thank you, Miss Reed. That is all the questions I have. Now I'll let Mrs. Whitley ask some questions.

"Julliane, as a student of Mrs. Collins did you ever have sex with her?"

"Mrs. Whitley, I make it a habit not to discuss who I have sex with to anyone."

"So you are saying you had sex with her?"

"Those are your words not mine. What I'm saying is once I became sixteen having sex with anyone was legal and I do not discuss who I do or don't have sex with to anyone you included. That is my personal business and I don't appreciate being questioned on my sex life." I was reading from what the law student was writing as quickly as she could in response to the questions asked.

"You answered the detective with a no when he asked if you had sex with Mrs. Collins. Why can't you answer yes or no to me?"

"Because the detective is investigating a violation of a statue and for me not to answer his question as it pertains to his investigation would be a crime if I lie or withhold information from him. Had he asked me the same question you have asked I would have given him the same answer but he only asked about my time before I was sixteen. After I'm sixteen it is not illegal for me to have sex with someone nor is it anyone else's business."

"Are you aware of any students who may have had sex with Mrs. Collins?" she then asked sounding exasperated.

"No," I said.

"Mrs. Whitley, what I do with my personal time is my business. Mrs. Collins is a great art teacher who encouraged and guided me through her class preparing me for a career in art. She is also a happily married woman from what I understand. I do not appreciate having my name leaked to the press over this issue. If I find who has, I intend to take legal action against them as it has caused me and my parents a great amount of pain and suffering. If you have no further questions, I have a class to attend."

You could hear her fuming on the other end and I could sense the detective was sitting there laughing at my retort to her line of questioning. A month later I heard that the charges had been dropped as all of the girls mentioned in the article either refused to talk or denied the allegation. Cindy's reputation had been tarnished though and she had to resign as the school board no longer would allow her to teach.

Since I had not heard from her, I assumed she was avoiding me in order for us not to be caught together. Therefore I decided it was time to move on.

The law student who helped me asked me out and she and I went out a few times. Since it was a casual fling there is no need to mention it in my memoirs other than to say I had fun with her the short time it lasted.

My parents however couldn't get over the incident even though no proof was ever provided. They had already told me since they had paid for my first year of education that would be the last and they would not support me anymore. I was also told I was no longer welcome back home because they couldn't have a daughter who was a dyke. It would be more than eight years until we spoke again. I wrote them every year to let them know how I was doing and when I told them about Giselle it seemed that was the catalyst that brought our relationship back. While my dad and I tolerate each other there still is a distance between us for what was said about me.

Four months after the investigation I received a letter from Cindy telling me she was very sorry but because of what happened she felt it best if there was no contact between us until things settled down. She had found a job in California teaching at a liberal arts college and was very happy though she missed me deeply. She hoped I would forgive her for not contacting me and understand that now that she had moved we could communicate. I wrote her back explaining everything that had happened to me. I told her I had come to the realization that I did love her very much but understood the situation we were in. Seeing how our relationship couldn't ever be what we wanted it to be it was best for both of us to end it and move on with our lives. I took off the necklace she had given to me that I had worn every day since I opened it on that Christmas day placing it in an envelope and in one of my dresser drawers.

It was February and the second semester of my first year of college. I no longer had a reason to stay here as the students I knew from high school that attended here heard of the investigation and now I was labeled as a dyke here too. I really did not know what I was going to do but I had to leave and find a place where no one knew me and hopefully they were more tolerant of lesbians. I researched and decided Paris was the spot as Europe was more tolerant of gays and they also had the best art schools. With the money I had in savings and what I could get working part time over the summer I figured by the end of the summer I could fly to Paris and have enough to enroll in school there for two years. After that I didn't know. By the end of the summer I was on a one-way flight to Paris with everything I owned in three suitcases and a backpack.

To be continued.....