Twyla Twacht - Lesbo Lessons

"Goodness no," Ruth told her. "We just dive behind I some bushes and strip. Just look behind you to make sure one of these lecherous bastards isn't trying to pin you down on the grass the moment he sees the white of your fanny. Last year Annie McGinnis waited till she had three drinks to go swimming. She was too woozy to know she was being watched by one of the basketball coaches.

"The moment she had her shorts off, he came behind her and tried to ram his damned cock into her backside. She told me she thought she'd been attacked by a bear. I wish I could have seen the look on her face. Can you imagine what it must be like to have an unseen visitor come up between your buttocks, give you a big bear hug and then sudden feel a stiff penis working its way into your ass. Men are such awful beasts. Crude, crude, crude.

"I didn't mind old Ralphie. Because it was in the water and he nearly drowned trying to swallow the lake and my cunt at the same time. But this other bastard… ugh… Can you imagine what might have happened if that fool's wife had come on the scene and stared at her husband grunting like a nitwit as he pumped his cock into Annie's asshole?"

From the way Ruth's words were slurred and her somewhat uncertain gait as they neared the tables, Mara knew her boss had already had some drinks. Her language also reflected the fact that she was fast losing any inhibitions she might have had about protecting her so-called official image.

But it was obvious immediately to Mara that everyone was unconcerned about inhibitions or language. She had deliberately come late and everyone was way ahead of her on the liquor line.

Everyone Ruth introduced to her acted as if they had known her for years. J De Mills put an arm around her, drew her close as he gave her a double martini from a thermos jug and welcomed her to the party with a boozy kiss. Mara was so stunned at the paunchy, balding satyr's approach that she did not move her face away.

"Christ it's about time we had a good-looking dame in the English department, right Tom?" Joe bellowed at the nearby Leonard. Suddenly aware of Ruth Peter's stem expression, he grinned and bowed. "Present company excepted naturally." Ruth gave him a chilly smile. Mara saw Tom, a tall, thin-faced man who did indeed look like Paul Newman, offer a smile that was more than half leer.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've seen teaching anything in a decade at least," Tom Leonard said, squeezing her hand meaningfully. "You remind me of Mata Han," he added teasingly. "Do you by chance happen to be a dancer like her?"

"Mata Hari was half Dutch, half Indonesian or what passed for Indonesian," a thin piping voice behind him said. "But this one is much prettier. I've seen pictures of Mata Hari. She wasn't half as lovely."

Mara turned to smile at Ralph O'Hare, a tall, Lincoln-esque figure who was standing behind her with his redheaded teen-aged daughter, Patty. The attractive, lanky girl eyed Mara with intense curiosity.

He pushed Patty forward. "Oh this is my daughter, Patty, Patty O'Hare and Ralph's my name. Chemistry department. Patty wanted so much to meet you. She'll be in one of your classes I understand." He moved aside to make room for Mildred Trent, the elderly principal of the high school. Mara was suddenly aware of numerous faces turned curiously in her direction. Partly, she realized, it was because she was a newcomer. But the short shorts she wore and the tight halter that framed her full breasts also had a lot to do with it. She had seen people, both men and women, stare at her with awe when she appeared in shorts or a swimsuit. It was the combination of her curves, the high cheekbones, the almond eyes and the tawny color of her skin. It tantalized the people when they first saw her.

But what troubled her most now was the unabashed hunger, even lust in the eyes of many of the men. Tom Leonard, Joe Mills and several others could not keep their eyes off her figure. Whenever she moved, their eyes moved as if they were following a tennis match. And curiously too, even the teen-ager Patty O'Hare seemed fascinated. Her eyes kept staring at her as if she were a vision. But it was Mills that bothered her most. The paunchy English teacher kept wetting his lips as his eyes remained fixed on her breasts and her long, smooth skinned thighs.

The idiot, she thought irritably. He should try to control himself. He acts as if he'd like to go down on me in front of everyone here, right here. She had the nervous, twitchy feeling that another drink would make him do something stupid like reach for her breasts.

Ruth, annoyed by the men's reactions, took her quickly to the end of the row of tables and fixed her another drink.

"The bastard Mills is too much," she rasped. "If you look at his bathing suit, you can see he's got a hard-on as big as a whale. Keep away from him. He's got rape in his eyes. "

Mara nodded quickly. The way they were all looking at her made her feel queasy, even the teen-aged girl, Patty O'Hare. The tall, thin stripling came close to her and continued to stare at her as if she were a visitor from Mars. As she drank her drink, Mara tried to be friendly with her."

"I understand you'll be in one of my classes, Patty, she began. The girl's reaction startled her. She flushed a deep red and then nodded quickly.

"What's your main interest in English, writing, poetry, the novel?" Mara went on. The girl's fixed stare was beginning to unnerve her.

"Aren't you going to say anything to me, Patty?" Mara said smiling.

The girl shook her head, then suddenly blurted out: "You're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen."

Now it was Mara's turn to blush. It was not a compliment she expected from Patty. From any student.

"Thank you, Patty," she said uncertainly. "I think you're very pretty, too. Quite lovely. I'll bet the boys at school try to monopolize your phone. Bet you have a lot of dates."

"Don't," Patty snapped. "I hate boys." She swooped down on Mara's bare arm and sniffed it hungrily. "You're not only beautiful, you smell divinely!' The girl paused, "You smell good enough to eat."

Mara stared at the girl. She was deeply embarrassed. Was the girl a lesbian? Was that why she talked like that? Was that why she had sniffed at her skin. She shook her head. It was too incredible. She was simply imagining things. American teenagers often acted impulsively. And yet what about that look in her eyes as her face focused on her breasts and legs? The gaze was so strong it was like a hot breath. Mara had a sixth sense of these things. She could sense a lesbian's interest in her without even touch, sometimes even a word that indicated deviation from the norm.

There was the teacher in Brussels for instance, the tall, strait-laced creature who dressed as formally as a nun. Her history class was conducted with military discipline. Everyone had to address her by her title. And yet she had convinced Mara she was gay by her intense looks, her expressions. One night she had invited several of her best pupils to her home near la Grand Place and given them some excellent food and wine. Mara had suddenly become quite drowsy, the others had not. So she had accepted her teacher's offer that she sleep over. She had accepted with a feeling of uneasiness. Those strange, intense looks at her when she crossed her legs, when she wore thin, tight sweaters emphasizing her firm breasts bothered Mara very much.

Still she had gone to bed. Suddenly in the middle of the night, she felt something warm touching her vulva. At first she thought it a dream. Then it became stronger. Was it some vision of Wendy sucking her vagina in Burma, she wondered. Then a low moan awakened her. It was her teacher, the proud, haughty history instructor, aflame with desire, her tongue flicking madly at Mara's pubic area, her lips laving her inner thighs. Mara stared, transfixed as the older woman took her entire labia in her mouth and began to savor it between her lips. Mara had felt deeply disturbed not just at the sex act but because she felt so dirty down there. The teacher was sniffing at the pungent odor that came from Mara's vagina.