THE THESIS ADVISOR (LESBIAN)
THE THESIS ADVISOR (LESBIAN)
I had to wait for 30 minutes in the hall with all these first-year students. It was always the same thing with Ms. Robinson. She could never keep a schedule. Finally I walked into her office.
“Sorry to keep you waiting”, she said, not even looking at me. Her curly auburn hair partly covered her forehead as she wrote notes, bent over some kind of register. My middle-age thesis advisor would have been quite attractive if she had bothered to smile once in awhile. She had a pleasant face, except for her large eyes – they seemed even larger when she was wearing her glasses – and a nice figure which she hid in conventional clothes. She wore a bit too much perfume although I like the smell. I love lilac. She finally looked up at me.
“So…where are you with those African ..those African …sculptures”, she stammered.
“Well ..I’m moving forward. I got to examine and photograph three here at the museum”, I answered.
“Good…that’s good…anything else ?”, she answered, staring at my new necklace.
“ I now have 36 pairings between the African pieces and the paintings”, I continued. “I am examining the African sculptures and comparing them with paintings from the School of Paris which, I think, were inspired by the sculptures. A call them “pairings”.
“Good…good…how many …how many “pairings”…do you need to complete the survey ?”, she asked, her eyes resting on my partially exposed cleavage for a few seconds.
“Well…I thought I would do a few more and start writing after that”, I answered.
“Any news about your grant ?”, she suddenly asked, ignoring my last statement.
“No..no news yet”, I said.
“Ok..well…if you need any money, I can always take some from the Guggenheim fellowship I received”, she added. I was expecting a reassuring smile, but she began to shuffle papers instead.
“Thank you…I’ll let you know. Money is a bit tight these days”. I said blushing slightly.
“Of course…of course it is. Well I guess I’ll see again you next week”, she said, going back to her pile of student essays.
“Yes..you will…thank you”, I said, as I got up and left her office.
After I got home later that day, I had a quick dinner, took a bath and changed. It was Friday. I called myself “girl Friday” because I had a routine every Friday night. I kept my work clothes all together, including the shoes, in my bottom drawer. When I came out of the bedroom, I was wearing my frilly white blouse with a deep V, no bra, my black leather miniskirt which cupped my ass and hinted at my asscrack and my black shoes which were a bit too small. This time I put my hair up. Every second Friday I had to put my hair up. I called a cab since I didn’t want to walk around my neighborhood dressed like a hooker.
“Roscoe and Main, please”, I told the cab driver.
“Roscoe and Main it is”, he answered, glancing quickly at my outfit.
“Be careful lady…tough neighborhood”, he said as he let me out.
“I know”, I answered with a smile.
I always got out two blocks from my destination. I always walked on Main pass the clubs and peepshows and got the usual whistles from the guys standing around the entrances. It was dark and the street were lit only by the flashing lights from the clubs. When no one was in sight, I veered into the alley leading to a small parking lot. There I usually chatted with the attendant for a few minutes. I looked at my watch. I was nearly 10:30. I left the parking lot and walked directly into the next alley. I had to time it right since I didn’t want to hang out there very long. The back door of the Sappho led into that alley. It seemed quite quiet that night at the lesbian club. There were only a few couples talking. Two girls were making out just outside the door. An older woman and a young punk girl. A taxi cab pulled into the alley and took the couple away. It was now 10:30 on the dot.
A blue SUV slowly made its way into the alley and stopped next to me. The window went down with a deep buzz. The female driver looked at me. I could only see part of her face.
“Hi sweetie…want to fun ?”, I said as I unbuttoned my blouse and exposed the top of my naked tits.
“Get in”, answered the woman curtly.
I got in the front seat next to the woman and snapped on the seatbelt. The woman didn’t say anything. She never did. We drove to her appartment on the West Side. She didn’t have to tell me what to do. We had done this a hundred times. I stayed in the parked car until she had walked up the stairs leading to the front door and unlocked it. She walked in leaving the door ajar. The street was empty. I got out of the car, walked up the stairs and got in, closing the door behind me.
The woman was nowhere to be seen. I walked down the hall to the second door on the left. The room was dark and I felt my way to the bed. I took off my clothes as quickly as I could and put them on a chair. I took the pillows from under the covers and put them on the floor. I straightened out the sheets and pulled the cover over them. Then I lay naked on my back on the bed.
After a few minutes, the woman walked into the room. I heard her open the handbag which I had left on the dresser. I heard her put something in it. I closed my eyes and felt the woman’s naked body on top of mine. I felt her breath against my neck which she kissed lightly. My lips were dry and closed. It didn’t matter. I knew she wouldn’t kiss me. She never did. She moved down my body, stopping at my breasts, sucking on the nipples, then her kisses left a trail down to my navel and finally to my pubic patch. She waited for me to move. I opened my legs wide and felt her fingers in my pubic hair opening my lips. My body stiffened when I felt her rough tongue in my canal, then hardening and going deeper. She penetrated me several times with it. Then she began to lick my clit as she always did. It felt good although she was a bit eager. She seemed to want to go through this part quickly. I remembered to moan but only a quiet moan. She didn’t like it when I was loud. She took my hard knob between her lips and sucked on it. I felt my hips moving against her mouth but I stopped and lay still. She didn’t like it when I moved. I was really on the point of orgasm when she stopped. I bit my lower lip and turned my head sideways. I nearly cried but stopped myself in time. That would have ruined it. I felt her whole body covering mine again. She settled her head next to mine with her forehead on the sheets and her cheek brushing lightly against mine. I kept my legs open and she settled her hips between them. She moved her lower body until we made cunt contact. She probably didn’t have much pubic hair because I felt her wet cunt lips against mine without interference. There wasn’t the usual noise of two pubic mops rubbing. I felt her long erect clit move up and down my canal. She moved like that for a little while. I could hear her muffled breathing against the sheets. I was good at timing this part. When I thought she was ready, I wrapped my legs around her waist and grabbed her asscheeks with both hands. That was the only part of her I was allowed to touch. I felt her long hard clit crushing mine. She moaned louder.
“Oh fuck…fuck…yes”, she screamed her mouth still kissing the bed sheets.
I squeezed her asscheeks harder and pulled her hips towards mine with all my strength.
“Oh yes….yes….oh …Fuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkk”, she screamed one last time before her body stiffened, shuddered a few times and then lay still. I could only hear some whimpering after that.
“Thank you”, she whispered in my ear as she got up.
After she left the smell of lilac covered the smell of sweat and sex.
I got up and walked slowly to the dresser. She always left some tissue on the corner. I wiped the inside of my thighs and my cunt then threw it in the waste paper basket. I dressed and left. There was the usual taxi cab waiting at the door.
On the way home, I rested my head on the leather seat and thought about the pairings of the African sculptures and the paintings. I thought I would need more…many more.
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