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I was very worked up waiting for Miss Morgan to call me. Her earlier attentions in her office were incredibly hot. She had me on the edge when we were so cruelly interrupted. I was wanting more that night. I dressed up cute for my darling professor. I went with my favorite dress, a short little number decorated with big sunflowers. I put on some nice dangly earrings and my little black necklace as well. My heart raced as I waited for her phone call. My mind was clouded with questions about our relationship however. For instance, I feared people’s reactions if they found out I was in a lesbian relationship. I didn’t know if my friends or family would be accepting of me. It was very possible my parents would freak out over it. I really admired Miss Morgan for being so cool and open about her sexuality. Besides that, I wondered if she loved me as much as I loved her. Our relationship was mostly sexual. Was I nothing more than a play toy to her? It would crush me if that were true. My complications were interrupted by her phone call. “Hello, do you want me to pick you up?” She asked sweetly. “That would be great, I’m all ready,” I answered. “Peachy, I’m going to head to my apartment first, then I’ll come get you,” she said. I danced around my apartment after I hung up. Even though I had reservations about our romance, güvenilir bahis I felt so giddy about seeing her. I fantasized about what sort of kinky things she had planned. So far she had used handcuffs, whips, collars and leashes, a vibrator and a strap on to our love making. After so many boring boyfriends she made sex fun for me again. Miss Morgan was experienced and so far had not let me down, except when we were interrupted in her office earlier in the afternoon. I hoped she would surprise me with something special that night. I trembled from head to toe when I heard a beep outside. I rushed to my window and saw her car parked in my driveway. Her hands gripped the wheel as she watched me skip out to her car. She looked different than before. Instead of her suit , she looked very punky. She had fishnet stockings, a pleated skirt and a sexy red crop top. She had black lipstick on too, giving her a funky look that suited her well. I gazed up her strong legs, wanting to thrust my hand under her skirt and grope the tender spot between those milky thighs. I lifted my eyes to meet hers, staring deep into them before we kissed. “You look good in that dress,” she told me. “Thanks, this is my favorite dress,” I grinned. “I thought we could go to the park for awhile,” she said as she drove through town. “Yeah, güvenilir bahis siteleri it’s a really nice night,” I replied, admiring her pretty feminine features in the moonlight. We went to the park where we shared our first kiss two weeks ago. It’s a tranquil park that is on a cliff that over looks a point where two rivers converge. It reminds me of those romantic places you see in cheesy movies where lovers go to make out. It was late so there weren’t too many people there, but I still worried about someone seeing us together. “Let’s go for a walk,” she said as she shut the car off. I got out and stretched a little. It was a beautiful warm night. We walked down a little path together and talked. Along the way I felt her fingers run down my arm and grab my hand. Our fingers locked together while we strolled through the park. There was a guy walking his dog who gave us a good stare because we were two females holding hands. My palm got sweaty, nervous about more people seeing us together. Miss Morgan and I ended up on a bench and held hands. She gently carressed my hair back with her fingertips as she stared into my eyes. “You look worried,” she said. My heart was pounding. “I am,” I said meekly. I didn’t really want to bring it up but I had to. “Why?” She asked compassionately. “Someone saw iddaa siteleri us here last time,” I told her. “Does that bother you?” She said with a laugh. “Yes, I don’t want you to get in trouble,” I whined. “I’m not going to get fired sweetie,” She chuckled. “I know, I just don’t want people to see us,” I replied. “You’re not comfortable with this huh? I’m too old to hide from my sexuality Kim. I used to be like you, but I don’t care what people think anymore,” she said. I nodded, she was very smart. “I know,” I answered sheepishly. “Look, I can’t be with someone who has to hide all the time, I can’t,” She frowned. I could tell by the look in her eye that she didn’t want to hurt me. I wanted to cry though. My heart pounded as I worried she was going to end our relationship. “No, I don’t want to lose you,” I whimpered. She looked at me with a compassionate frown. She took my hands into hers and squeezed them tightly. Her firm squeeze was no relief to how I felt however. She gazed into my eyes, watching my heart almost break. “Then kiss me,” she said firmly. She was giving me an ultimatum. If I didn’t want to lose her I would have to start being more comfortable with our romance. I could start proving this to her by kissing her in public. She knew there was a young couple sitting on a bench nearby us. They were probably students at our university. I looked at Miss Morgan, who held my hands, hoping I would kiss her. I closed my eyes and leaned into her. She met me halfway. I touched my lips to her. Our mouths opened, our tongues darted against one another.