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April called, “Come in,” and for the third time in two weeks Brenda Valois stuck her head around the door, her pert nose and light blue eyes as always making April wish she were ten years younger.“Are you busy, Dr. Wainwright?”“No, not at the moment. I’m finishing up some extra reading before I go home for the weekend.”“It must be wonderful to be paid to read all day.”April laughed sharply. “Hardly. I mostly grade homework and fill out paperwork.”Brenda looked around the small office and shut the door. “I’m not bothering you?”“No. Are you here about the dinner?”“A little, but mostly I was in the neighborhood…”As part of April’s first year teaching, she had taken the advice of her chair to become the advisor for one of the sororities on campus. “It’s like community service [and here both groaned] but much lighter than the parking committee. Student outreach and all that. We never nominate any of our male faculty since the young women prefer a woman in the position. Get the inside scoop as a female academic and all. And since you’re now our only female faculty…”“Oh, very well.”And so it was that for the past two months she had been bedeviled by a stream of earnest young women in the prime of life and with burgeoning sexualities like a buffet of potential partners served up hot and steaming in her office… and all she could do was bite her own cheek or lip, not theirs, and suffer in flushed silence until she could ravish herself at home.Brenda was perhaps the most maddening. Always dressed in a dark skirt reaching almost to her knees and a light blouse that always seemed buttoned a button too low, Brenda had glommed onto April like a kitten finding a new home. Nor was there anything to object to in any respect: She was smart, almost too smart, and ambitious, and she asked penetrating questions that showed a real mind at work. Unfortunately, April found herself distracted by the way Brenda always stood a little too close to her, leaning in to catch every word that passed her lips, allowing April to see the edge of a lacy bra pushing two creamy breasts together in a beguiling cleavage that made her palms itch uncontrollably.For the past month, she had met with Brenda and three other girls frequently to prepare for the big dinner the sorority was preparing. The details bored her senseless, but as they beat epic struggles over faculty parking spaces, she refused to complain to herself about them, and she frequently sat there staring at one or the other member of the planning committee, wondering how she tasted, until a question slammed her back hard to reality.Fortunately, Brenda had only a short question about the dinner and then said, “I read the book you recommended.”“Ah yes, about early Islamic law of the family.”“Yes, and the whole idea of marriage being a contractual agreement for a woman’s sexual access is Anadolu Yakası Escort just so…”“Bloodless and free of illusions?”“Exactly. Is that traditional view still common in any of the four schools of law?”And then April launched into a long discussion, one of the few things that could draw her mind away from a delectable young woman in the flush of youth setting her loins aflame.When she finished, Brenda asked, “And what about homosexuality?”“Generally strongly punished, tolerated in certain circles at certain times… at least among men. Much less evidence about women.”“But there was… well, I read some of the poetry and that was pretty frank, some of it. About sex in general, I mean.”“In many cases it was read as a figurative meaning, the union of the soul with God, that sort of thing. Or as an allegory. Just like all the poetry about wine. Persians love their wine, but in poetry it’s supposed to represent…oh, everything good except wine. Paradise especially.”“Was it really all figurative?”April laughed. “Who knows? It varied from author to author.”“Like the wine in the Song of Songs.”April laughed again and shook her head, “No, the cup never lacking mixed wine isn’t the same thing at all. It’s a very fine image though.”“Is it?”“Oh yes, evocative and perfectly accurate.”As Brenda looked at her closely, April blushed. Brenda looked at her even more closely as if testing her gumption and April blushed even more. Finally, Brenda said, “Well, I wouldn’t know.” After a few seconds she said, “There’s so much to learn in college.”“I should hope so.”“It’s so exciting, like a garden of learning. I want to drink from the well.”They both laughed after a second and April said, “You’ve got a good head on your shoulders. You’ll do marvelously.”Brenda then asked her more questions about her research, and soon April was standing at a bookcase pointing to passages in a book as Brenda stood next to her, her blouse opened too far and her nipples fully erect through all the fabric. April moved away a little and Brenda closed the gap again.“So all the women newly allowed in the universities, what was their social life like?”“Nothing like ours. They were there for scholarship.” After a second they laughed and April said, “I mean they had a strong division still between the body and mind. They were there to study and physical comfort be damned. Certainly no fun.”“So no massive lesbian sleepovers?”April laughed, “If that had been found out, all those involved would have been expelled for immorality.”“So the old Greek idea of the older teacher seducing his pupil and basically fucking his thighs to teach him true manliness never had any female equivalent then?”April laughed in pleased surprise and said, “Certainly not! They had no respect for women as thinking beings, of course, or sexual for Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan that matter. At least the modern universities respected their minds… somewhat.”“So you must be happy you’re living and teaching today.”April pondered the exact significance of the quip and realized she could answer “Yes” truthfully in any event.Brenda looked at her closely for many more seconds, setting April’s belly aflutter and bringing another slight blush to her face. She stepped back and said, “Anyway, I got new clothes for the dinner.”“Excellent! What did you get?”“Oh, a fine dress. And I splurged on a nice bra.”After a pause, April replied, “I’m sure you have enough already.”She shrugged. “When I saw it I had to have it.” She suddenly reached up and unbuttoned the rest of her blouse as April stood there in shock and slipped it off. “See?”“It is nice,” she said as she drank in the beauty of Brenda’s body. “But you shouldn’t show me that. It could be… if anyone caught us, it could be a lot of trouble for me. And for you.”“I like you a lot.”“I know, but you’re a student.”“Not your student.”“No, that’s true, but that doesn’t make much difference.”The air was charged as they stood there, Brenda immovable and April wavering mightily, when suddenly a knock came at the door. Brenda rushed quickly behind April’s desk and slid under it; April picked up her dropped blouse and followed her to toss it under the desk as she said, “Yes?”Oh shit, she thought when she heard the Chair say, “May I see you for a moment?”She sat down at her desk to hide Brenda, who had taken that opportunity to remove her bra. She whispered a rushed, “Stop that!” and said, “Come in.”Dr. Baker came in and said, “I’m not bothering you?”“No, no. I’m just… reading.”“I see.”At that moment April felt Brenda reach up and feel her knees. As April slid further in under the desk, she reached her left hand down and swatted Brenda’s hand. Brenda transferred both hands to her other knee and started running her fingers up and down her bare legs.April gave two more desultory swats and had to give up as Baker asked her several administrative questions of no significance to anyone that required concentration but little deep thought. He then said, “I enjoyed your recent paper, by the way.” He motioned to the chair in front of the desk. “May I sit down?”“Please,” she said, sighing inwardly as Brenda’s hands reached beneath her skirt and worked it up to her upper thighs, then began stroking her inner thighs lightly. April tried to close her thighs firmly but found that Brenda’s head was between her knees. She tried once more to close her thighs, which simply gave Brenda the opportunity to kiss her knees.Questions came and were answered as her mind raced on the surface and the depths of her soul started coming alive as Brenda Escort Anadolu Yakası caressed her lightly.“Where did you find that paper?”April paused for a second and said, “I worked at the journal as an undergrad. It was one I proofed,” she said with a touch of pride, and Baker smiled and said, “Experience favors the well-prepared mind.”“You mean chance.”“Chance is the mother of experience.”“I suppose.”“Now, in the second section, you mentioned…”April followed along as much as she could despite the pleasure running through her from Brenda’s tongue lightly teasing her knees and her hands finally making contact with the lower edge of her panties. The only way to avoid destroying her academic career, she realized, was to give in to Brenda’s desire and her own, and she simply hoped she could get rid of Baker before Brenda het her up much further. Unfortunately, Baker had gotten her hired since she was a high-flyer who could boost the department’s reputation and he was a strong believer in collegiality as essential to retaining the best faculty, and it was in her interests to shine out in this and all informal conversation.She fielded his questions ably, hoping futilely that the distraction would keep her from responding further to Brenda’s increasingly intimate caresses, but she nearly lost control when Brenda’s finger slipped inside her panties and began working along her labia.“And does Davison actually say that?”“She does. I think she’s reaching too far for that myself,” she said with an extra bite that she hoped Brenda would catch, and added, “She thinks she’s discovering the key to the whole matter, but she shouldn’t be looking there.” In a sudden effort, she reached down surreptitiously and grabbed Brenda’s left hand, but her right hand replaced it. She then grabbed at her right hand, and the left hand snaked back up and pushed her panties aside to start running her fingers between her lips up and down, side to side, and slowly, oh so slowly, inward.“I like your approach to scholarship! Far too many junior faculty are far too scared to make waves and say what’s what. What about Nguyen?”“He made a lot of good points, but I think he’s a bit misguided,” she said, tapping Brenda on the forehead. “He shouldn’t have gone down that rabbit hole,” she added as Brenda reacted to the tap by pushing two fingers all the way inside her.“Well, I won’t take any more of your time, April. I can tell it’s been a long week for you. You seem a bit stressed.”After a second, April replied, “Yes, as a matter of fact I am.”“I don’t know what works for you, but I always go in for a good game of racquetball myself.”“Oh, I prefer a nice long run.”He nodded, “Whatever works, eh? See you Monday.”“Have a good weekend, Ted.”“And you.”He opened the door quickly and left, shutting it firmly behind him, and April said, “You shouldn’t do this.”“You know you love it. You’re so wet. I wondered if you were a redhead here too. And you are! It’s so beautiful!”“Just stop it…”Brenda replied by leaning forward and licking April’s labia where her fingers entered her. April whimpered and said, “Oh, just this once, okay? And that’s it. It’s completely against the rules.”