Emily’s Awakening

“I’m a senior librarian at Central Library but you would have recognised me with no trouble at all six months ago.”

Emily explained about her mother’s death and finding her love letters, then she told Fran how she’d been determined to conquer her shyness and grasp life with both hands, she didn’t tell her about her two lovers but she hinted that she was sexually fulfilled. The two women quickly established a rapport and talked as though they’d been friends all of their lives. They revelled in each other’s company until the bar closed and they hugged in the street as they parted reluctantly.

“Emily, it was great catching up with you and I’d love to see you again.”

“Me too, are you doing anything on Saturday afternoon? We could meet for a coffee somewhere.”

“Yes let’s do that, how about that little independent coffee shop on Mitchell Street? Do you know the one I mean?”

“Yes, I think it’s called Browns or something like that.”

“Yes that’s the one, is two thirty okay?”

“Yes see you then.”

Emily felt as though she was walking on air, she felt such a connection with Fran that she couldn’t stop thinking about her as she went to sleep. Fran felt a warm feeling in her chest, she too closed her eyes on her pillow with thoughts of Emily going through her mind. She’d been in a long term relationship with a woman that had lasted from her mid twenties to her late thirties but it had come to an end and she hadn’t had a serious relationship for the past seven years. She’d befriended half a dozen women and been to bed with three of them but it had never lasted more than a few weeks and her last dalliance had been just over two years ago. Even her occasional visits to the lesbian bar had not borne any fruit since then.

Emily had sex with Vivian as usual on Friday night but didn’t stay over this time. She went home so that she could do her weekly shopping in the morning before meeting Fran in the afternoon. She dressed in tight jeans and knee length boots and a warm jumper and jacket. When they met at the coffee shop, they greeted each other with big smiles and a long warm embrace. Emily told Fran that she looked hot in her tight jeans and ankle boots with a three inch heel, she also wore a tight fitting jumper that showed off her large breasts underneath her coat. They both took their coats off and it was obvious to anyone watching that they were very attracted each other.

Their conversation flowed once more, after talking about books, films, plays and life in general they realised they had so much in common. They avoided talking about relationships for the time being except to make it clear that neither of them had a significant other at present. It was taken for granted that they were both sexually attracted to women but they avoided the fact that they were both clearly sexually attracted to each other.

“I got the impression the other night that you were seeing someone,” said Fran.

“I am but it’s completely casual, no strings attached,” said Emily feeling guilty, even though she’d told the truth.

The afternoon passed quickly and as they got ready to leave, it was obvious that they wanted to see each other again.

Emily reached out across the table with both hand and clasped them over Fran’s left hand.

“Do you think we could go out together somewhere? Like on a date I mean?”

Fran put her right hand on top of Emily’s hands, “Yes, that would be nice, I’d love to do that.”

“We could get dressed up and go for a meal then the theatre or go to see a film.”

“Yes, do you think there’ll be any tickets left for the Paul Simon play at the Plaza?”

The theatre was next door to the Central Library, “I’ll check on Monday, give me your mobile number and I’ll let you know as soon as I can find out.”

“If we can’t see the play, we can still go for a meal and, well, go and see a film or something.”

“Okay, I’m really looking forward to it, are you free next Saturday evening?”

“Yes, I’ll wait to hear from you.

Emily set off home with a feeling of elation spreading through her chest, every thought she had for the rest of the weekend was about Fran. She wondered if this was what falling in love felt like. She just wanted to be near her, to hear her voice.

On Monday morning, she walked round to the theatre box office as soon as it opened, she couldn’t get tickets for the play on the following Saturday so she took a chance and booked them for a month’s time. She went back to her office and phoned a classy restaurant to book a table for two for Saturday night. Then she perused the library’s ‘what’s on guide’ and noticed that ‘The Importance Of Being Earnest’ was playing at one of the city’s smaller theatres. She picked up the phone and booked tickets. Please with herself, she thought about sending a text to Fran but she wanted to hear her voice with its soft West Yorkshire accent so she phoned her in the hope that she’d be able to answer, Fran answered immediately.

“That was quick.”

“I saw it was your number so I picked up straight away, how are you? I’m missing you.”

Emily’s heart leapt at Fran’s softly spoken declaration.

“I’m missing you too, I can’t wait for Saturday, can we meet tomorrow night after work for a drink?”

“It’s parents’ evening I’m afraid but I could see you Wednesday lunch time, I’m in the city centre in the morning meeting with someone from one of our work experience venues.”

“Oh good, shall we get a bite to eat at Brown’s?”

“Yes, twelve thirty okay?”

“Yes, it’s a date. Listen, I’ve booked a table for us at Armstrongs on Saturday and I’ve got tickets for ‘The Importance Of Being Earnest’ at the Little Theatre. I couldn’t get tickets for the Plaza until the last Saturday in March, but I took a gamble and booked those anyway, I hope you don’t mind?”

“Of course not, look I’ve got to go now, I’ll see you on Wednesday,” the fact that Emily had assumed that they’d be going out together in a month’s time left Fran feeling delighted.

They said their goodbyes and Emily counted the minutes throughout the next two days until they met. When they did, they hugged warmly again and kissed each other generously on the lips. They picked up where they’d left off with their friendly affectionate conversation and constantly touched each other’s hands and forearms. It was as though they hadn’t been apart for a moment since they’d last met. Emily was in a pencil skirted business suit again and Fran looked smart and sexy in a fitted shift dress and matching jacket. She showed plenty of shapely leg as she sat close to Emily on a low sofa. Before they were about to go their separate ways Fran asked about dress code for Saturday.

“I know you said let’s get dressed up but did you mean smart casual or did you mean get really dolled up? What will you be wearing? Oh God I sound like a dirty old man,” laughed Fran.

“The full regalia darling, tight dress, heels and stockings.”

Fran’s pussy tingled at the mention of stockings, she took in a sharp breath and let it out slowly.

“You sexy little tease,” she breathed, “I haven’t worn stockings for ages, I’m going to have to do some shopping before Saturday night, it’s a good excuse to buy a new frock as well.”

To say that they’d both got the hots for each other would have been an understatement. Fran watched Emily’s skirt stretch taut across her thighs as she stood up, she could just see traces of suspender clips, her pussy tingled again and she fought to keep her hands off her very attractive new girlfriend. As Fran got up on her high heels, she put out her right hand to steady herself and caught hold of Emily’s left forearm. Emily turned to face her and they stood with their eyes locked together without speaking for several seconds, the heartfelt desire for each other shone from their faces.

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Sophie visited Emily as usual that evening and they fucked each other to a standstill. As they lay together in the afterglow Emily told her that she thought she’d met someone special. Sophie understood immediately and said that, in the circumstances, she realised that this might be their last time together.

“I’ll miss my sexy little submissive bunny rabbit, but I do understand honey, and you know I’m a shameless tart so I’ll soon find another victim,” they both laughed, “she’ll be lucky to have you, you’re dynamite in bed now.”

Emily kissed her on the cheek and thanked her for being so understanding. She asked to see Vivian in her office the next morning and told her about Fran and that she couldn’t come round for sex tomorrow evening or any other evening from now on.

“God, you only met her a week ago, you’ve fallen hook line and sinker and you haven’t even had her yet, are you sure you’re not getting ahead of yourself?”

“I’m certain of this Vivian and I’ve never pretended that I was in love with you, nor did you with me, we both knew it was a convenient arrangement that suited both of our sexual needs.”

“Yes, you’re right as usual, I hope it works out for you and if you ever need to climb into a nice warm bed, you know where to find me.”

Emily was relieved that Vivian took the news with good grace, she left her office with a spring in her step, little realising that a tear was just beginning to trickle down Vivian’s face. Her affair with Emily had mellowed Vivian and she knew she was going to miss her Friday night lover.

On Saturday evening Emily got ready for her date, she had decided to wear the same ensemble that she’d worn for the departmental Christmas party. She looked stunning once again in her red velvet dress and stilettos. It was unusually mild for early March so she thought that she’d be warm enough with her faux fur stole as she stepped elegantly out to the taxi.

When she arrived at the restaurant, Fran was already there waiting for her. Emily saw her before she was spotted by Fran. She was aroused at the sight of her date in a stylish burgundy dress with three quarter length sleeves, jet black teardrop earrings, honey coloured seamed stockings and black faux crocodile skin stiletto heeled shoes. Fran’s sexily cut short grey blonde hair almost covered her left eye and was cut close to the right side of her head. She’d put on a few pounds since she had been Emily’s teacher twenty years ago but it suited her, as she got up to greet her, Emily could see that her dress followed the curvaceous flow of her firm body. Emily’s right hand held Fran’s left forearm and she rested her left hand, which held her clutch bag, on Fran’s right hip as they greeted each other, Fran kissed her left earlobe and sent an arousing tingle down her spine.

A very attractive young waitress led them to their table, heads turned to follow the sexy swaying progress of the two shapely attractive women as they followed the firm buttocks of the waitress in her very tight very short black skirt. They chuckled at each other when they sat down, both confessing to ogling the waitress’ backside.

They each enjoyed a well cooked steak and shared a bottle of Claret before making their way around the corner, a hundred metres or so, to the Little Theatre. They found seats on the back row where only one other couple was sitting, four seats away. Throughout the first half of the play they held hands and occasionally fondled each other’s thighs, playing with suspender clips and smiling at each other. In the interval, they enjoyed another large glass of red wine as they stood close to each other with their backs to a wall, touching hands and forearms and furtively caressing buttocks.

As the second half started, they realised the couple on their row had moved forward to vacant seats nearer the front. They sat themselves down at the very dimly lit left hand end of the back row, Emily on Fran’s right. After a few minutes, Emily put her left hand on Fran’s right knee, a few moments later, she moved her hand up the inside of Fran’s thigh, easing the hem of her dress up as she did so. Fran opened her thighs as far as her tight dress would allow. Even though Fran shifted her position slightly, the hem of her dress was too tight to go any further up her stocking clad thighs. Emily had to content herself with caressing Fran’s stocking top and lightly stroking the bare flesh above it with her little finger.

Fran caressed Emily’s left thigh with her right hand, the hem of Emily’s red velvet dress was very narrow and would hardly come up above her dainty knees so Fran pressed her fingers into her lower abdomen in an attempt to probe her mound through the unyielding velvet. With the rest of the audience absorbed by the play, Emily turned in her seat and kissed Fran fully on the lips while she pushed her right hand up her dress and rested the backs of her fingers against her warm wet panty gusset. Fran moaned with pleasure as the audience laughed loudly at one of Wilde’s humorous lines, moments later another roar of laughter provided the opportunity for Emily to massage Fran’s engorged labia through wet silk.

“Ohhh! Mmmm, Emilyyyy don’t, not here, please, ohhhh no please darling don’t mmmm.”

Emily smiled then kissed Fran’s right ear and whispered, “I want to fuck you.” As she did so, she slipped one finger into Fran’s left panty leg opening and pushed the knuckle into the wet cleft between her pussy lips before moving it slowly up and down.

“Oh Jesus Emily,” whispered Fran, “you’ll make me come at this rate, let’s go back to my place.”

“Mmm, that’s the best offer I’ve had all evening,” whispered a mischievous Emily.

They left the auditorium arm in arm and walked out into the street where they hailed a taxi and set off to Fran’s apartment. They locked fingers and looked longingly into each other’s eyes for the ten minute ride to their destination, there was no attempt to make small talk with the driver, the sexual tension grew as they both contemplated what would take place in Fran’s bed.

They kissed passionately in the doorway to the apartments, then Emily nibbled Fran’s right ear as she pressed the passcode into the keypad. As they climbed the broad staircase, Emily pushed Fran against the wall, kissed her, slipped both of her hands inside her jacket and caressed her breasts. Fran responded by kissing Emily’s neck just under her left ear, this stimulated an erogenous zone and sent a tingling sensation into her pussy.

“Mmm, that was nice, Kiss me there again.”

“Come upstairs with me and I’ll kiss every inch of your gorgeous body.”

Fran took Emily’s hand and led her up to the second floor and the door to her apartment.

Emily pushed her against the door and pressed her hot mound into the top of Fran’s left thigh. Fran could feel the heat from her pussy and her own pussy released a trickle of juice. They were kissing forcefully again, tongues and lips working overtime and heads moving right and then left as their intense desire overwhelmed them both.

“Let me get the door open,” said Fran trying to get her key into the lock.

She’d turned to face the door and Emily kissed the back of her neck and pressed the fingers of her right hand into Fran’s mound. The door opened and they did an erotic ‘dance’ as they slowly spun each other against the wall, first Fran was pressed against it, then Emily, then Fran again, then Emily once more. Their lips were still locked together as Emily fumbled with the zip at the back of Fran’s dress, she managed to pull it down half way before Fran took her left hand in her right hand and led her to the bedroom.

As they entered the room, Emily pulled her back and pushed her against the doorframe, she kissed her fulsomely on the lips again then kissed her neck. Fran signalled her arousal with a soft little murmur then took hold of Emily’s thick long red hair at the back of her head and turned her so that she had her held against the wall just inside the doorway. She pulled Emily’s head back then kissed her exposed throat.

“Hmmm, ohhh Fran, that’s so erotic, you know just how to turn a woman on.”

“You didn’t expect your teacher to sit back and let her pupil take charge did you?”

“No Miss,” smiled Emily.

“You look utterly stunning in that dress but I want to see what’s underneath.”

“Likewise,” said Emily as she moved behind Fran and finished unzipping her dress.

Fran stepped out of the dress, removed her bra and panties and stood in front of Emily in her six strap suspender belt and heels, her breasts swaying slightly with her movements. Emily, still fully dressed, felt her pussy clench at the sight of her ex teacher in such seductive attire, she’d dreamed for twenty years about taking Miss Silverdale’s breasts in her mouth and now her fantasy was about to be realised. She took Fran’s left breast first and did magical things to her nipple with her tongue and teeth, then she switched to the right breast and felt the hardness of its nipple inside her mouth.

“Mmm, clever girl, I’ll give you top marks for that but now I want you to take your dress off.”

“Yes Miss.”

Emily reached for the zip but Fran caught her hand and turned her around. She slowly pulled the zip down and let the dress fall to the floor around Emily’s stiletto heeled feet. Then, with Emily’s firm buttocks pressing into her mound, she reached around her and released her perfect little breasts from her low cut black basque.

“Oh what a gorgeous sight,” murmured Fran as she eyed Emily in the full length mirror, the dress still around her feet, “you’re such a turn on.”

She continued to caress Emily’s breasts, “You were such a shy thing at school and I could see how unhappy you were, if only you knew how much I wanted to take you in my arms and smother you with kisses, but I couldn’t, you were just eighteen and I’d have been sacked for grooming you for sex.”

“Oh Fran, I had an enormous crush on you, I fantasied about being with you all of the time, you were so lovely with me and so attractive, we all loved you, you were straight out of college and so keen, nothing like the other teachers… take me to bed, I want you to fuck me now Miss, please fuck me.”

“Hmmm, you dirty little girl, I might smack your bottom and put you in detention.”

“Oh yes please, you can punish me anytime.”

Fran pulled Emily’s panties down, eased her onto her bed and laid on top of her. Their light hearted role play banter had actually turned them both on enormously, so much so, that they stayed in role.

“This is what I do to little girls who talk at the back of class,” said Fran as she kissed and nuzzled Emily’s neck again.

“Oh Miss, I promise not to talk in class again, but only if you punish me.”

Fran peeled Emily’s basque down to her midriff and kissed her breasts, she took her nipples between her teeth and gently nibbled until until they became hard like two little bullets. Emily moaned and fingered her pussy but Fran took hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away.

“Wait, don’t be impatient girl.”

“I’m sorry Miss but you’re making me so horny.”

Fran licked Emily’s upper abdomen then turned her face down on the bed and undid her basque, she turned her over again and unclipped her stockings and rolled them neatly down to her ankles. Emily looked so cute and fuckable with her stockings around her ankles whilst still wearing her stilettos. Fran’s pussy spasmed at the sight of her sexy girlfriend lying on her back with her legs apart looking so vulnerable and there for the taking. She continued to kiss Emily’s stomach and lower abdomen then kissed her softly just around the top of her bush. Emily’s breathing became ragged and shallow at the though of Fran’s lips on her pussy and they both knew where she was going next.

Fran kissed Emily’s clitoris with the lightest possible contact from her lips, then she did the same to her labia with a series of kisses that felt to Emily like a butterfly landing on her then taking off and landing again several times. It was a deliberate tease, Fran kissed and licked the inside of both of Emily’s thighs then did the same to the back of her knees, holding each leg aloft in turn. Emily was becoming more and more aroused, her pussy yearned for Fran’s mouth and lips but Fran was going further south. She covered Emily’s calves in kisses then, kneeling in front of Emily, took the toes of her dainty right foot into her mouth.