| Rachel & Janie's Massage, Part 7 Knock! Knock! The porch light shines on two worried faces at the glass front door of the stately house on 4567 N. Pepperbridge Lane. No Jasmine, no Miss M, nor even Jenna are there to protect them from the ordeal of the "interview" with Miss Hausenplat. Squirming like novice Mormons ready to present their case for salvation, they ring the bell. Through the bevelled glass an unfamiliar figure walks toward them. They see splashes of color as a youthful woman, her hair a vibrant red, opens the door and smiles at them hesitantly. "We're here for the interview with Miss Hausenplat." Rachel says. "I am Emily Hausenplat," she says. "You must be Rachel and you're Janie," looking from one girl to the other. "Please come in. I'm sorry about the lateness of this interview. I made a mistake. I tried to contact you for a more convenient time, but neither of you could be reached." "It's OK, Miss Hausenplat. We could come back...?" Janie adds hopefully. "You're here now, so why don't we chat? Don't be nervous. You'll be surprised about what I have to say. Come in..." They follow her into the ornate living room. She motions them toward a flowery sofa. "Have a seat, won't you please, while I get us some tea?" In a moment, she returns with a tea service. "Please call me Emily. A few days ago, I would have been Ms. Hausenplat, a very formal, unyielding dean of discipline, as I'm known unofficially, at Clemerson." She pauses watching the girls carefully. "Now I find we share a bond, that I cannot chastise you without berating myself." She pauses, knells on the floor in front of the coffee table and pours the tea, cup after cup, slowly, a faraway look in her eyes, eyes that shine with barely concealed tears. Setting the pot down, she stairs at the steaming cups, lost in thought. Finally, she sighs, and looks at them, her eyes downcast, humble, "I could easily hide my mistake, offer you some platitudes, and return to the tortured existence I've led for many years." Rachel and Janie are like statues, stilled by the presence of something unusual: The possibility of an unvarnished truth. Unconsciously, they reach out to each other and hold hands. "After the gossip about your lesbian activities and that video, I made a plan. I think I wanted to seduce you but I'm afraid instead I might have wanted to coerce you--to force myself on you and take advantage of my position. Now no more plan. Instead, this 'interview' as I called it in my clever invitation is simply to apologize, to tell you I am truly sorry, to let you know you are free to go anytime." "I do wish..." she stops, runs her fingers through her hair distractedly, "I wish you would stay and talk to me, please, if you can forgive my bad intentions." The girls nod. As Emily hands a cup and saucer to each of them, the tea's shimmering surface belies her trembling hand. Janie looks at Rach and reaches out to gently steady Emily's hand. "We'll stay as long as you want." Janie says looking into Emily's eyes. Rachel slides down to the floor until she is next to Emily. "Let's sit together here on the floor, like a Japanese tea ceremony." Janie joins her on the floor across the table. "Miss Hausenplat..." "Emily" "Sorry," Janie goes on, "Emily, we didn't mean to embarrass the school...sometimes we can't help ourselves." "I know. You get so carried away the only thing you want is her body next to yours." Janie and Rach look at each other, startled, "Yes!" "So..." Janie says. "So, before I wanted to trick you into bed (believe me, I had no idea then what I would do with you once I got you there!), I still wanted to help you. Both of you are losing your academic edge. Your professors commented on this when I talked to them. We are a small elite college. We keep track of our students, especially those on scholarship." She stops and looks seriously at both of them: the dean is back! "A few days ago," she goes on, "I wouldn't have understood your dilemma. Now I do. You are on a honeymoon. You simply can't keep your hands off each other." Janie and Rach eagerly nod their heads. "What should we do about it?" Emily say, her voice even. Refusing to be intimated, the girls giggle and say: "Broaden our horizons!" Then they playfully ponce on Emily, rubbing first her shoulders and then her hands, one for each girl. Startled, but soon delirious, Emily is afloat in sensation, in a dream come true... As they touch her (oh, to be touched!) they comment, "You are so beautiful." Exchanging sultry looks to tease Emily, they begin to choreograph their movements: a stroke here, gliding fingertips there ... A comment as fingers slip through silky hair "I love your hair"... A kiss on her slender pale wrist, another longer kiss on the other wrist ... Soon a forefinger is extended into full pouty lips, then another finger to another waiting mouth, soon each girl is sucking, tongues playfully intwining, as Emily watches raptly ... Another comment, this one from Rachel, "Honeymoons can be shared you know"... And they move closer until each has her body pressed into Emily ... A breast against the shinny blouse as Janie's arm hugs her back ... Rachel's face snuggled into the warm hollow of her neck ... Hands always moving, fingers light touching tender, but oh so persistent, ever probing to find a warm bare spot, to touch skin, Emily! Emily! ... Never too intrusive, they are sirens on the shore of Emily ... calling out to her, riding her waves, but not yet plundering her depths. They want to, they want to very, very much. Emily can wait no more. Passion must have its fill. First, she kisses Janie in wet-tongued French delight, then Rachel, slower deeper longer, at home now in the wonder of another's lips, another's mouth, another's tongue. Long kisses: The face of the un-kissed siren waits impatiently for Emily's lips to be free. They do not kiss each other, they save themselves for Emily. Unconsciously, they let their passion build--they have never been this unselfish! They are handmaidens serving Emily's forbidden desires, urging her to their bodies, their song of the flesh burning with lust and need. Emily is panting, tearing at her clothes, baring herself to them. "Now! Now! Now!" Through the gap in her torn blouse she offers a breast to Rachel, pulling her toward it, mewing at her as she strokes her head, "Here it is to suck, lovely girl. Here! Take me!" Her fingers stroke Rachel's cheek, like a blind woman she traces the roundness of her mouth, feels the slipperiness of full lips wet around her nipple. "All of me, sweet girl, all of me!" Janie watches Emily abandoned to her lust and waits until she simmers before standing and slowly lifting her dress, teasing it a bit, watching the colors twirl as the fine flesh of her thighs captures Emily's upturned eyes. She parts her legs so that Emily can see clearly her white shiny panties. Lips and tongue swirl around Emily's nipple, as Janie stands closer until those parted legs are so close--there!--for the eyes of the hungry woman to devour, to travel up their graceful length, and rest on the silky mound just above her head, a mound whose vaginal pout is wet with excitement and unmistakable musky invitation. Janie watches their fevered movements from above, their red heads tilting and dipping--hungry birds hunting, the crimson tints distinguishing her Rachel from Emily: An Emily whose bright blue eyes now stare up at her intensely. Jeez, I'm so wet, Janie thinks, if I don't watch out I'll be dripping into her pretty mouth. The door opens. Emily tenses. Rachel feels her shiver through the breast she sucks. They hear the click as the door shuts. They stare at each other, gripped in fear. In walk Jasmine and Miss M, nonchalantly, like they live here. They stare at the wayward tableau appreciatively. Jasmine gracefully knells until her eyes are level with Emily's startled eyes. "Ms. Hausenplat, I presume," she smiles, "I am so glad you are helping Janie and Rachel. They are both so shy, I was afraid they would never find someone to bond with." (Help them! Emily thinks, amazed.) "Do you know Miss Millie Dawson, her dad is at the college?" (Yeah, I think I do, he's the goddam president! I am so...so fucked!) Emily is even more amazed when Miss Mille Dawson floats to the floor next to her and hugs her, planting a warm kiss on her cheek. "Pleased to meet you!" and pats Emily's hand, a hand whose damp fingers are still wrapped in Rachel's hair, whose head now leans indulgently on Emily's bare breast. Jasmine murmurs in Emily's ear, purring "How we love to get to know their role models..." She is behind Emily now pressing against her so their bodies fit together, arms snuggle around her as Jasmine's warmth envelops her. (Like girls on a sleigh, ready to ride..., muses Emily) "We're missing someone, you will be so happy when she joins us." Jasmine begins to chant, her fingers stroking Emily as Miss M takes away the buttons and the blouse that hide Emily from her bliss. Jasmine, her voice sing song, subtle: Let us go, you and I, on a journey, Let us go, you and I... Let us go... Emily presses herself deeper into the poet who has captured her in the folds of her body. She is not sure about what Jasmine sings. Only that it reaches into her, holds her in a heat steady, and adds to the thrill, to the hot, hot fire already started by the lovely ministrations of Rachel and Janie. Emily skinnies out of her skirt. Rips at her panties, and offers them, torn and wet with the dew of her desire, to Rachel onto whose mouth she presses them. She wants nothing separating her body! Rachel's eyes gleam, dabbing her lips on the silk fabric, happy to be the recipient of Emily's assertiveness. (God, how she deserves to be happy, she thinks, how odd this thought, a whisper from the soul of where?) Miss M and Rachel help Emily free herself from all the rest of her pesky clothing. Now bare, still fitted to Jasmine, they begin to lick the length her beautiful pale body, starting with her feet whose toes now wiggle in delight. Rachel glances at Miss M and is reassured to see the goddess licking Emily in the same long slow tantalizing strokes. Timing themselves, they judge the value of their efforts by Emily's moans of pleasure. She is lost in a sleigh of warm hot wonder, maidens servicing the shy nooks and crannies of her awakened, now vibrant body. Above her Janie returns, the stunning provocateur, long legs wide, now straddling Emily's shoulders. Jasmine holds Emily's cheeks, steading her to the heat radiating from Janie's cunny. There she is, whispers Jasmine seemingly inside Emily's head, there she is in all her glory. Janie bends her knees until the white silky V of her panty, framed in the flesh of her taunt legs, is but inches from Emily's face. Breathe in Miss Emily, breath deep, murmurs Jasmine, Here comes heaven. Slowly Janie bends her knees, her legs quiver with the effort of her slow descent, a descent that moves her closer and closer until the V is but an inch from Emily's lips. She hovers there watching the top of Emily head, the slope of Emily nose, the subtle vibration there of anticipation, until no more waiting--none!--as she feels the full press Emily's squirming face hot against her pussy. Her face wallows in the wonder of hot Janie's maidenhead, buries itself from side to side in the slipperiness that coats the panties, still separating her from the prize! She is desperate to touch the hot fluffy lips outlined by the thin panty, but her arms are trapped under the bodies of Miss M and Rachel, bodies she dare not disturb from their juicy labors. She squirms some more until the tip of her tongue slips under the fold of the panty. She presses in deeper, until her nose is under the panty's edge tenting it, but gaining slight access. Ah, poor baby, whispers Jasmine, can't quite get to the pretty pussy! Here let me help... A slender black finger appears in the periphery of Emily's vision and pulls away the panty's edge. Now! Now! Emily's tongue finds the wet center, ah, she marvels in the hot mist of her sex-befuddled mind! She tastes the sweetness, her nose buried in Janie's wetness, sniffing the tangy scent of her, marveling at paradise found, of dreams come true. As she licks and probes, her own pussy is suddenly plundered, the coy tantalizing licks near but not on it are no more: Tongues are stroking her now everywhere, along her own v and into her hotness, now together there, where she has always dreamed about the love of a friendly tongue, there where the waves of pleasure build until they are almost pain, there where her nipples are tweaked, there where now the wetness surrounds and lavishes her clit, there! there! until her now very wet face shudders, as Janie moans her longest urgent moan, there! until in ecstasy the empty is no more... |