1. Displacement activity


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    before.’ She grinned. ‘PE teacher drab is my default setting. But occasionally, I like to remind myself I am a woman.’ I didn’t need reminding! ‘And wine, too?’ ‘I’m an athlete, not a nun, Charlie. I follow a pretty strict regime but now and then it’s time to let my hair down.’ ‘I’d noticed that too.’ She smiled. The wine frothed in the glasses, condensation running cold down the glasses. I lifted one to her and said cheers and thank you. ‘Have you played today?’ Helen lifted an eyebrow as if she thought there might be a secondary meaning to my simple question. Deciding there wasn’t she answered, ‘No. I had a bit of work with some of my sixth formers earlier. We’re getting close to A levels and so they need a bit of confidence boosting.’ So, I thought, do I. We walked to the restaurant, heels clicking in unison. We talked and I found her increasingly easy to be with. During my lessons with her she’d been all business. Only once, when she’d told me to spread my legs wider to stabilize my body had I detected even a fleeting hint of mischief. This evening she was lighter, more with me if that makes sense. I realised that despite the elderly nature of the shower facilities at the club I had never seen Helen naked and also how much I wanted to. Pull yourself together Chuck. It ain’t going to happen. The meal was predictably superb. We sat outdoors surrounded by other couples and groups. If anyone noticed us it wasn’t apparent. ‘I love it here. Little chance of meeting my ...
    students, less of my colleagues. What do you do, Charlie?’ I realised we’d never talked about anything but tennis so I told her about my job, travels and enthusiasms. The evening passed in a bit of a blur. I felt her hand touch mine a couple of times and also her knee against mine and I confess the heat of it was far more of my mind’s making than her leg’s. Hesitantly, I asked if she’d like a nightcap at my flat which was pretty close. She smiled and accepted and so we left and, shortly after, her hand found mine and held it. She lifted our conjoined hands and said, ‘You don’t mind, do you?’ ‘Not remotely, no.’ ‘Good.’ The flat was cool. It has high ceilings, a Georgian legacy, and huge windows which were still partly open and not curtained. I turned lights on and drew the curtains and went to pour us a brandy. ‘Wait, Charlie.’ I turned and she smiled at me. ‘Come here.’ I walked to her and she placed her hands on my shoulders. Her face moved close to mine, she had to lean down, and stopped a fraction of an inch away from me. She seemed to be deciding, hesitant to kiss me. I moved closer but she pulled back, her eyes locked on mine. ‘Is this a good time?’ I knew what she meant and nodded. Apparently satisfied, her mouth tentatively touched mine and we kissed for the first time. My hands slid gently up her back and although I wasn’t touching her firmly I could feel the shape of her beautifully muscled back under the thin cotton of her dress. I tasted her; garlic and wine and herbs. I ...
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