Jenna and Tanya

I was a lesbian. It wasn't until I was at university that I could accept it. My family were old school and I was a coward; afraid of what they would say if I brought a girlfriend home. Tanya changed all that. I'd had a busy night. I was a student in my second year of an art's degree and the course was getting difficult. I was single, I was no longer sexually interested in men. It had taken long enough for me to be sure, but I wanted a partner now, not a fuck, and it was only a woman that I wanted to ? metaphorically ? fill that hole in my life. I was just out of my teenage years and a longer-term relationship appealed more now. One morning I woke up really horny. I had been so busy in the last week I hadn't had time to masturbate. I'd put on a tight top because I wanted to feel the tightness around my boobs. The aching in my groin wasn't helped by the morning life drawing class. The model was called Claire. She was in her late thirties and very lush. I tried not to stare when she took the gown off, or when her pretty little breasts moved when she struck a pose and the way her arse moved as she moved...I closed my mouth and looked to see if anyone had seen me taking Claire's body in but no one had. A friend of mine said that I capture the models' legs and breasts perfectly. All the models had been natural so far. If they'd been shaven I'd have got their pussys perfect too. The hall was a hot place to be, not just because of the naked models, the high sky lights caught the sun and soon Claire shone with sweat. I soon forgot about the painting and just sat there, following the long straight legs up to the trimmed triangle of hair. The lips were out of sight. I was desperate to see, taste, touch and - ? Lovely Jenna. Opps, sorry.? The lecturer was a little woman with a light and airy voice, but I had no idea she had turned up behind me and I had lunched myself off the stool and nearly landed on the floor. Luckily I've a fat arse and it manage to catch some of the seat on our way back down. I was red with embarrassment. For the rest of the lesson I tired to focus on colours, on the light and ? anything at all but the fact that a sexy older woman was naked in front of me. I felt a little pervy. At the end of the class I still checked my crotch to make sure no cunny juice was visible. At dinner time my mind Ataşehir Escort was taken off the desperate urge to get something thick and hard as far up my cunt as possible by a chat with friends. After lunch my feet took me automatically to the next lesson. As I stood waiting outside I realized they had brought me to Art History; the most boring module on the course. My mind was going to wonder and I was definitely going to start fantasying about the woman who comes to this lesson. I'd been fantasying about her since I started my degree. I doubted that this Goddess would be interested in skinny, little blue-haired me. The lecturer arrive we all went in. The lecture never had a full house as people avoided it. The lecturer could drone for hours. I sat at the back on my own and got my pen out to doodle on the paper for the next two hours. There were no close friends in this lecture. I was all alone. I was just starting to doodle a dog when a movement caught my eye to the right. Someone had come in late and joined me on the back row. I looked up into the warm brown eyes of the woman I had a crush on: Tanya. She smiled and I smiled back. My heart suddenly beating fast in my chest. I looked away, embarrassed and looked down at my doodle dog. I noticed a movement again and looked back at Tanya. She was leaning over to get something out of her bag and a red thong appeared above her jeans. The lecturer started and as soon as the monotone voice hit me my vision blurred and my mind wondered. I glanced back at Tanya and looked at her smooth brown face, her cute pointy nose, her cherry-red lips, thick and kissable. As I watched her tongue came out to moisten them. A red pointed tongue that would easily be able to get between my thick shaved pussy lips and reach my clit; a tongue Jenna was sure would have her moaning in an instant. The ache in my pussy came back. Before I could look aware Tanya looked back to me. She had a slight smile on her face and tried to hold my gaze. My stomach knotted and suddenly I wondered if she was lesbian. The heat passed from my stomach into my pussy. My heart beat was loud in my ears. I was more aroused now than in the hall this morning. I felt my nipples stick up under my tank top. I had long nipples and when I get excited I don't care that Ataşehir Escort Bayan people can see them clearly throw tight tops. Tanya glanced down at my tits! I had - had! - to make a move on her. I couldn't let her get away if there was even the slightest possibility of getting her naked. She was perfect. At the end of the lecture I'll, I'll go and say hi or something. I looked down at my pen and saw it shaking. I put my hands on my thighs and tried to calm down. I focused on what the lecturer was saying. My heart began to slow, but my thoughts were racing. I wanted her. She was wearing a tight black shirt that was open. I wanted to see more of her. From where I was sat her breasts were straining against the cloth. Her lustrous dark brown hair fell onto her shoulder. Her jeans were also tight, they showed off the long straight legs I love on a woman. She was so trendy and neat I knew she was shaven, or maybe she had a landing strip? It was a pussy that, judging from the look in the eyes that had just found mine, was wet and ready for a lick. I looked shyly away again and hoped that somehow Tanya knew I wanted her. My throat was dry. When I leaned over to get a drink I felt the warm slick pussy juice in my knickers. I was so horny and I was alone on the back row with a woman that probably wanted an orgasm as much as I do. I took a long drink, better get plenty of fluids before I dehydrated. My pussy was open, I could feel it. I was vibrating. I heard something important come from the lecturer and went to write it down, but the pen had disappeared. I looked around and looked at Tanya again. I know the pen's not over there, but that tongue is, those eyes are. Screw the pen...screw the pen. I looked down and the pen was already between my legs, when she had moved to get the drink it had dropped onto the seat. I looked up at Tanya. Tanya wasn't looking back now. I unzipped my fly as the lecturer's voice droned on until it seemed to be a long way away. My pussy was much wetter than I'd imagined and the scent of my juices flowed out when I pushed my panties aside. The pen was going to be more useful in there than writing right now. Besides, I can't hear the lecturer clearly. I looked down at the notes, up at Tanya and then pushed the pen in. There was a squelching Escort Ataşehir noise as the pen passed between my lips. Just one orgasm, then I'd be able to concentrate. I rubbed as fast as I dared, not wanting the movement, or the noise of the pen in me, to attract attention...or did I want Tanya to see? Yes, probably. I want Tanya to know I'm fucking horny. I need to rub my breasts. To squeeze them. To pull my nipples. The tension was building in my breasts as I rubbed my pussy. It was as annoying as an itch. Looking up to see that the lecturer wasn't looking I gave in and squeezed them with my free hand. I rubbed roughly against my tank top. It was enough, for now. Hopefully Tanya will play with them properly later. I looked down and watched as I pushed the pen's thick lid hard against my G-spot. The heat was building in me now. The muscles tensed around my pussy, I was about to cum. I controlled the moan that wanted to get out. This had to be quiet. This tingling had to be controlled. I pushed faster as the first contractions of my cunt began. Again and again they squeezed down on the pen. I bucked in the seat but I disguised the movement as I reached down for my water. All I wanted was to be able to cry out and let my body rock through the orgasm that my pussy and abs were now spasming to. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forehead to control what could have easily been the best orgasm of my life. My breathing was erratic as my pussy twitched. One final contraction and my cunt gripped the pen tightly. My bum left the seat again. It was a small movement, it just looked like I was getting comfortable. I forced the pen in again and pulled it out, there was a loud damp sound. When I opened my eyes the lecturer was talking on as if I had not just had an experience of pure fucking ecstasy. I was just about to lick the pussy juice of my pen when I noticed the lid was missing. Shit. There was something still in me, pressing against my G-spot. That finally contraction had taken the pen lid off. The muscles were pushing it around, but not enough to satisfy me and give another orgasm. It was tormenting me! I couldn't stick my fingers in to get the lid out because then I'd be covered in juice: sticky and uncomfortable and now in danger of running all over my jeans. Unless I licked my fingers? No. That's enough, wait until I get home. I might push it deeper by mistake. I looked over at Tanya and a shocked thrill ran thought my breasts, through my tightening stomach and to the pussy that was trying to crush a pen lid. Tanya was looking calmly over at me, her flys were open and her fingers were rubbing her pussy beneath.