Meeting My Lover

As a new teacher in the middle school I was befriended by the school counselor. As the weeks went by she guided me and held my hand through the roughest period in teaching. A weekend in October she let me know she was having a few people over and she thought it would be a good time to meet some people other than at school. A professional ballerina, a newspaper editor, a lawyer.

I went, she let me in and my heart skipped a beat. Over her sofa was a large black and white photograph of a woman's open crotch. In great detail. 'oh that's something from my younger days'. A walk back to the kitchen three women, thirty something. She introduced me around, I was the youngest there. The talk picked up, and soon it was all about the lesbian community in town.

The ballerina was there to meet me. She came from a good upbringing certainly not a middle class girl. She took me into the front room, with that picture on the wall. It made me uncomfortable, and she was asking me if I liked it. How brave our hostess was, to just put it out there. But then again she had a perfect pussy, every girl's dream pussy. Didn't I agree?

She reached under the coffee table and put a picture album on the table, nudes, nudes, nudes. Some very soft, others in your face. Some were pictures of her when she first came to the city and was our hostess' lover. 'Would I pose for her, she was exploring her photography skills'. Let her, she would really like that.

Dinner was our hostess' and the lawyer's talked about the girls they had seduced, in college and now in the city. My new friend held my hand whispering that I was there to meet her, not these older women. Over coffee she invited me to go upstairs with her. Seduction? Pressure? Animal instinct? She was experienced, far more than me. She brought me climax more than once, she showed me what was the most perfect pussy I had ever seen. Her breasts, her physique, a dancer, superbly fit. And that beautiful pussy. It took it breath away.

Beside my bed, on my nightstand I have a photograph of her, nude in a ballerina's pose, her beautiful pussy exposed for me. On her nightstand she chose a picture of me, of my pussy, gully aroused and exposed. I do not agree on blowing it up and putting it on the wall.