Joey sat on the floor, in one of the rooms she shared with her fellow coeds. It was a two story townhouse that the girls shared. As usual, her long hair was a sloppy mess, and it was tied back in a loose ponytail. It was something that had become a trademark of hers, and added to her free-spirited sex appeal.

She was reading a book called Losing the Light which she had recently purchased at the local bookstore. Most people wouldn't have figured Joey as a reader, since popular girls don't read, right? But they would be sadly mistaken. After all, one couldn't get into a prestigious university like the one she went to unless voracious reading was involved.

The deep concentration ended with a knock on the door. The door slowly opened and a girl's head slowly appeared. It was the face of a nerdy girl with thick framed glasses.

"You can come in," Joey said.

"Thanks Joey, you're so awesome!" Emily said. "This is for you. We have a new client waiting. I really like her. She's pretty."

Having said that, Emily entered and handed her boss a two-page document of their latest client. Joey put her book down and accepted the document, briefly looking through it.

"Thanks. Notify the other girls."

"According to the paperwork, our client only wishes to see two girls, you and someone else. The client also wants a good spanking and experience with vibrating things."

"Then just notify Heather. We'll start in 15 minutes. Have the client ready by then."

"Will do!"

As Joey attempted to review the material, she looked up and saw Emily still lingering over her, with a slightly goofy expression on her face.

"Anything else?" Joey asked, slightly amused by her friend.

"Well, umm, I was thinking. Do you think I can join this time? I mean, I've been practicing and everything. And I'd like to join. I really like this new lady. Do you think I'm ready?"

Joey thought for a moment. "Maybe another time. I promise. I still think you need more training. I promise I'll tutor you later. Besides, you're our front desk girl. We need you in the front area."

"Will do! Thanks boss. I'll go prep the client downstairs."

"Thanks Emily. You're the best."

"No, you are!"

And with that, the giant geek known as Emily swiftly turned around and rushed out of the room, gently closing the door behind her, so she could tend to the new client waiting downstairs.

When the room returned to silence, Joey turned her attention towards the document. On the first page, there was a picture of the latest subject. A woman who appeared to be an everyday, ordinary soccer mom, which was Joey's personal favorite. The woman looked prim and proper in every way. Shoulder length red hair with a slightly long face. Respectable. A productive member of society. Perhaps a PTA mom, by Joey's assumption.

Joey had done this long enough to know each client just by looking at their picture. In a way, she considered herself an expert in human sexuality based on all the different books she's read over the years and from her own personal experiences dealing with a vast array of women.

She turned the page to learn about their new client:

First name: Marissa

Age: 46

Ethnicity: white

Location: Berkley

Marital status: married, but my husband knows I'm here

Orientation: overall, I'm straight, but curious

Occupation: I teach history for a university

Experience with women: I've kissed a girl a few times in college

How did you hear about us: recommendation from a friend

Reason for being here: I've always wanted to explore other women, especially college aged women because I work with students. I also have a mild dominance/submission fantasy which my husband isn't very good with. My husband is the reason I'm here. He is the one who encouraged me.

After reading the first page of the document, Joey flipped open her laptop and checked out the person's name and local colleges to see if she was actually a professor. Sure enough, Marissa was a professor in the area and numerous pictures came up.

Immediately, Joey's pussy felt wet. She had always wanted to dominate a female professor. Not out of spite. Joey had the utmost respect for teaching professionals. In fact, Joey was a respectful girl, period. This was merely a fantasy of hers. And now she had the chance to indulge in it.

Knowing this, Joey became even more curious to read the final page, which in many ways, was the most important page:

Number of girls: 2 (including Joey, I've heard positive things about her)

Level of dominance: strong

Bondage: yes

Spread eagle: no

Body massage: no

Receiving oral sex: yes

Performing oral sex: yes

Kissing: yes

Anal: no

Finger penetration: yes

Vibrator: yes

Clitoral vibrator: yes

Strap-on: no

Dildo: no

Verbal degradation: mild

Verbal teasing: yes

Humiliation: mild

Nipple clamps: no

Golden shower: no

Spanking (crop or paddle): yes, paddle

Spanking (hand): yes

Other Requests: My biggest fantasy with "the girls" is to be wearing a collar and be chained. Then I'd like to be dominated by them, especially by Joey, who I've heard so much about. I want to be spanked. I want to experience the role-reversal of students dominating me.

It flattered Joey that her name was being spoken so highly of. But then again, she shouldn't have been surprised given the lasting impressions she knew she had left on many women over the time the girls had been doing this.

Those sorts of compliments meant the world to her. This wasn't just about the money, but also about the service and pleasure it gave so many curious and lesbian women.

At the moment, there wasn't time for anymore self-reflection or appreciation. It was time for action and Joey had a tight schedule to keep. She got up and stripped off all of her clothes, tossing them on the bed, then brazenly walked naked down the hall. In a town-house full of coeds who ran this sort of business, nudity was nothing. It was a normalcy they all shared.

She hopped in the shower and briskly washed her body. Only her body needed to be clean. Her hair and face were already clean. Besides, it would have taken too long for her to dry her hair anyway, and to apply new makeup.

After everything was washed, she dried herself thoroughly with a towel and looked at herself in the mirror. Her body was a valuable product and she had to make sure the product was up to par for the customers. Nice, toned, yet so very feminine. Nicely proportioned too.

She headed back to her room. And the next girl took a quick shower. Usually, multiple girls were summoned for a job like this. After all, the business was about the girls as a group, not necessarily solo jobs, and only sometimes it came down to threesomes with clients.

Since today's client was a professor, Joey thought to wear something cute for the occasion; an oversized university t-shirt and nothing else. It was huge and it hung down to her thighs. Since she was braless, the shape of her pointed tits was poking through the front of the shirt. It was enough to turn anyone on.

A few touch ups with her hair and a few thoughts of what to say was all she needed to do. Her eyes carefully monitored the clock. She told Emily 15 minutes, so 15 minutes it had to be. When the time came, Joey went to the hallway and saw Heather waiting there, her sidekick for the day, which didn't come as a surprise, because they ran their operation with military-like precision.

All the girls knew to be professional at all times. They were businesswomen who were experts at what they did, no matter how young they appeared. Underestimating them could be dangerous, as they were highly proficient at running a tight ship.

"Ready?" Joey asked.

Heather nodded, dressed in a silk robe and her long hair parted nicely down the middle, which was freshly combed.

"Ready when you are."

"Let's go."

The two girls headed down the stairs barefoot, where they saw other college coeds binge watching the latest season of The Affair, then they made a right turn down another hall. At the end of the hall was a closed door where their client would be patiently waiting.

No matter how many times Joey did this, she always felt that twinge of nervousness in the pit of her stomach. This wasn't just a quick fuck, and then leave. This wasn't about using someone as a piece of meat.

This was a job that Joey always took seriously, with the utmost of care and consideration. The enjoyment of the client was of the highest priority. That's why she always had that nervous feeling. She was a performer who always strived for perfection. And her performance art was being the dominant coed.

Before they opened the door, Joey took a second to compose herself and remember the routine she had nearly perfected. It was the routine that made women like Marissa seek her services and return for more.

She opened the door and entered the room along with her sidekick for the day, then she closed the door, leaving them all with complete privacy.

There was Marissa, a completely naked middle-aged woman, on her knees with a collar around her neck, hands tied behind her back and her collar was tied to the bed. She had the body of a woman her age. The body of a professor who stayed in the classroom and private office for hours a day, but tried her best to maintain her figure by eating healthy. Her body was mostly soft looking, with slightly sagging breasts and nipples that were almost red colored. Her hair, nipples, and public hairs were almost the same shade of red.

'I guess it's true what they say about redheads,' Joey thought to herself, amused.

The poor woman looked so nervous and scared. But then again, that's how most of the women who came here felt and looked. It was often their first time and naturally nerves would be a factor. They came because they wanted to be dominated and controlled by other women. Most importantly, these women... these clients... wanted to be dominated by experienced women who knew exactly what they were doing.

That's why they sought the services of the the girls.

"So, you're Marissa the professor," Joey said, standing in front of the professor, while the professor still remained in the kneeling position.

The naked woman nodded. "Yes."

"I looked up local universities in the area and I was able to find your profile. Impressive resume. Well educated, extensive teaching career, and students view you favorably, giving you high scores on different rating sites."

The woman gasped.

At that point, Joey knew that the woman realized she had made a huge mistake. It's actually fairly common for older women to not realize that their identities can easily be found online if the right information was revealed. The mistake Marissa made was that she revealed she taught college in the area, the subject matter she taught, along with her real first name.

At that point, Marissa looked like a woman who had made the biggest mistake of her life, her face turned beet red, nearly matching her hair color, and she wished so badly to get out of there. Like she wanted to break free of the bondage that tied her hands behind her back, rip the collar off her neck, grab her clothes and run back to her classroom where no one would know of her taboo desires. No one in Marissa's life would ever, in a million years, suspect that she would ever do anything like this (except for her husband who encouraged this).

There was a particular reason why Joey was using this tactic. She wanted to raise the stakes with the college professor. Let it dangle over her head that the girls knew her real identity. It would only add to the sexual tension and teasing and it was also something that would assist Joey with her domination, since this was Joey's fantasy too.

She always wanted to fuck a professor in this position. Frankly, the more aroused Joey was, the better she could dominate and the more the client would leave satisfied with an earth-shattering orgasm. So in the end, it would be a win-win situation for everyone involved.

"Relax," Joey said with a cunning smile. "Your secret is safe with me. I'm not going to tell anyone that you're a guest here."

"You're not?" Marissa said fearfully, thinking she was about to be blackmailed.

"No, of course not. We're nice girls. In fact, right now, we're your best friends in the whole world. But there's one tiny condition."

"What is it?"

"You have to cum for us. If you cum with a nuclear orgasm then your identity will remain safe with us forever. Do you like that idea?"

"Yes."

"If you're a good girl, a polite little teacher, then I'll keep your secret safe. In order to do that, you have to obey my every command. Does that sound like a fair deal?"

"I like that idea," Marissa said softly.

The professor gave a huge sigh of relief. In that moment, she knew that Joey was only teasing and that there would be no blackmail. All of this was part of the game they were playing. An adult game of domination which Joey was on her way to perfecting.

"Good. I'm glad we've cleared that up. As you may have figured out, I'm the infamous Joey. This is my partner Heather. We're part of the girls. This is our home where we aim to please. We're also full time students of the local university. Now, tell us more about you."

Marissa gulped. "What would you like to know?"

"First, are you a PTA mom?"

"Yes."

Joey smiled, "I thought so. Another fantasy of mine."

"It's a fantasy for a lot of people."

"I know it is. It's such a fun taboo. So is the whole college professor thing. On the form you filled, you've said that you've fantasized about your students. Is that true?"

An eyebrow had risen on Joey's face. This was her way of playfully bringing out the sexual side of the already naked and vulnerable professor. Letting her know that it was okay to let it all out, to admit her secret fantasies. Judging by the look on Marissa's face, it appeared to be working. The professor did her best to relax and open up the sexual experience which she had sought.

"I fantasize about some of my students, yes," Marissa said.

"Male or female?" Joey asked quizzingly.

"Either," then the professor paused for a moment, knowing today wasn't about both genders. "Mostly the female students. Not all the time though. It's not like I'm a pervert. I hope you believe me."

Joey smiled, "We're all a little perverted, aren't we? Especially now that you're naked and bound. It's okay. I don't think any less of you. You're human. You're a woman with needs and thoughts."

"Thank you."

"Are there any students in particular you think of?"

Marissa gave a shameful look. "There are a few, now, and over the years."

"Go on, tell me about them."

The professor tried reclaiming her strength and boldness. Although she was used to speaking to classrooms full of people on a regular basis, she wasn't really prepared for this, being naked, on her knees, hands bound. Those two girls had made her feel so powerless. Then she realized she didn't want to reclaim her power. The whole point of this was her surrender.

Nevertheless, Marissa always prided herself on being the prim and proper woman, so she did her best to maintain a proper posture and speak in a professional manner.

"There are a few students I've had in mind over the years," the professor said. "I've never had a specific type. Different races. Different body types. Some athletic. Some were the overachiever type, who often came to visit me in my office."

"Did any of those girls look like us?"

"Yes."

"And what type would that be?" Joey asked, already knowing the answer.

"Gorgeous. Popular. That type."

"Do you masturbate thinking of your students often?"

"Kind of," Marissa replied.

"How? Where? Tell me about it."

Marissa gulped. "Usually at my home, sometimes in the shower or bath. Sometimes when I grade papers my eyes get tired, and I need a break, so I close my eyes and rub myself. Sometimes I'll do that on the couch or in bed. I think about particular students, depending on my mood."

"In your fantasy, do you dominate them, or do they dominate you?"

"I'm always the one who gets dominated," the professor answered.

"Ever masturbate at the university?"

"Yes."

This made Joey smile. "Where. In your office?"

"Heavens no. Never there. I'll do it in the bathroom sometimes, if I'm aroused. As a professor, you'd be surprised with how many students flirt with me. Mostly male, but often female students who love flaunting their sexuality at me."

"I'm not surprised," Joey replied. "If you were my professor, I'd sit in the front of the class wearing a short skirt and no panties. There would be plenty of flaunting throughout the semester."

Marissa took a deep breath. "That certainly sounds provocative."

"Do you wish you could see those girls naked?"

"Yes. I do."

"Do you want to see us naked?"

"Yes..." the professor's voice trailed off.

The girls exchanged knowing glances at each other. It was time. And they didn't need words to express that. After giving each other the go-ahead look, the girls got undressed.

Joey pulled her university t-shirt over her head. Normally, this was an ordinary move that everyone does when getting undressed. In this context, it meant so much more. Joey had just gotten naked for the professor, exposing her perky tits, her hardening pink nipples, her clean shaven cunt, and her fairly toned body, built through yoga and miles of weekly cycling.

Heather undid her robe, letting it fall to the floor. Her body was much more roundish in a natural way. Feminine curves everywhere. Large tits with large light pink areolas, and a slight bush.

The professor gulped hard, taking in the sight of the naked girls standing before her. Her lips tightened and her jaw clenched a little.

"So, you like what you see?" Joey asked with a slight smirk.

The professor nodded. "I do."

"On the form you've filled, you said you've kissed a girl, right?"

"A roommate many years ago. It never went beyond kissing. I've always regretted that."

"Who stopped it? You or her?"

"I did," Marissa admitted. "I wasn't ready for another girl at that age. It was a different time back then. My parents would have disowned me if they had known."

"Well, no one will ever know about this. And we're going to give you a special treat professor. Do you know what's better than kissing a college girl?"

"What?"

"Kissing two girls," Joey smiled. "At the same time."

Marissa nearly gasped.

The two girls took a step forward, approaching the bound professor. Then the girls got down on their knees so that all of them were on the same equal level. At the same time, in a coordinated manner, both girls leaned in with their lips forward, aiming towards the professor's mouth.

It was going to happen. There was no stopping it. And the professor pouted her lips and they all kissed, their lips touching each other at the same time. It was a hot firecracker feeling for all of them. A three-way kiss between two college students and a married, older professor.

Things only became better when the tongues came out. Joey and Heather, as if in unison, stuck their tongues out in the three-way kiss. At first, it was just the girls who tongue kissed, but then Marissa finally had the courage to reciprocate, putting her tongue out as well.

All of their lips and tongue were pressing hard against each others. It was something Marissa had never expected to do when she signed up for this, but she was glad it was happening.

The kiss eventually ended, which came as some disappointment to Marissa, but then again, she didn't come here just to kiss. She came to experience a great many things; orgasms and all. Hopefully there'd be more chances for kissing later though.

"I can tell you enjoyed that," Joey said.

Marissa breathed a sigh of relief. "I did. That was...nice. I'm not usually speechless, but that was so nice."

"I made a professor speechless? That just made my day. But speaking of a professor being speechless, I think you've been a very naughty teacher, and it's time for you to get spanked."

"It is?" Marissa asked wide-eyed.

"Oh yes. It is. Students aren't the only ones who deserved the occasional spanking. Teachers do also. It's only fair, don't you think?"

"Y-yes... I'd say that's fair."

Joey gave a signal to Heather, who in turn reached around Marissa to untie the binds, freeing the professor's hands.

"Turn around. Face the wall. Get on all fours."

"Yes, thank you Joey."

The respectable professor got on her hands and knees and turned around, facing the wall, with her collar still tied to the bed. Her plump round butt was fully exposed for the two college coeds.

Joey opened a nearby drawer and reached for a wooden paddle.

"You've been a very bad girl, Professor Marissa," Joey said in a playful and daunting tone.

"I have?"

Joey smacked the paddle in her hand, making sure it was as loud as possible, so that the professor, who was facing the wall, could feel intimidated by the very sound of it.

"Oh yes. You have. All those bad grades you've given out. Those boring lectures you force students to sit through. That bitchy attitude you sometimes have. Your air of superiority. Now it's time to repent for your sins."

"I've been such a terrible person," Marissa said softly, going along with the role-play. "I deserve this."

"We'll see."

Joey got down on her knees, raised the paddle, and took a light swing to smack the professor in the ass, making her body jerk, her back arch upwards. Marissa let out a strong yelp.

The paddle was raised again and another blow was delivered. This time, it was a little harder. Then another. The blows came raining down on the same spot, immediately making Marissa's bottom turn red.

"Oh god," Marissa moaned, struggling to hold still.

"You've been a bad, bad girl. Fantasizing about your students. Thinking of them naked. Even the ones that come to your office, who want to learn. So naughty and unprofessional. Am I right?"

"Yes, yes, you're right," Marissa said, holding back her sobs from the painful spankings.

"I think you need to be punished further for your transgressions against your students. Luckily, I have just the thing."

Joey gave a nod to her sidekick Heather, who was now wearing a glove on her right hand which had a small vibrating tip on the end of the index finger. It was turned on and the tip of the finger buzzed.

Heather got on her knees, right beside the professor, and brought her right hand underneath the professor's bent over body, and touched her clit.

The moment that small vibrator touched Marissa's clitoris, her whole body jerked and she gasped aloud. Here was a woman so prim and proper, that she had probably never felt the bliss of a vibrator before, which was something the girls liked.

The girls liked being the first ones to provide a certain experience. And Heather was an expert in providing vibrational stimulations, expertly rubbing her fingers in circles around the clit in the most delicate way, allowing the vibrating stimulation to consume the professor. All the professor could do was hold still and accept the fact that this vibrating device was making her pussy feel like it was on fire.

But with the girls, it was never this simple. Joey raised her paddle again, and without warning, delivered another powerful strike to the professor's red bottom, causing her to cry out loud this time.

"My goodness, you're a loud one!" Joey proclaimed, delivering another hit.

"Yes!" the professor shouted, not caring that the other coeds down the hall could probably hear this.

"Your poor ass must be burning right now. Since you've been such a good sport, I think it's time for your first orgasm."

Then came another powerful strike, which made the professor's body jerk upwards.

"God yes!"

With that, Joey dropped the paddle and dove right in, face first into the professor's open cunt. She licked, sucked hard, pulled on each side of the labia with her mouth, and shoved her tongue inside of the professor's pussy. She was doing everything she could to make the professor crazy. All while Heather continued working the small vibrator on the professor's clit.

"Oh god!!" the professor yelled, her back violently arching upwards.

The girls continued their full-on assault on the professor's sexual senses. Joey was relentless with her mouth, which is why her reputation was what it was. If there was ever a pussy eating competition, Joey would be the fiercest competitor of them all. Eating pussy was a her gift. Her secret was, she gave it everything she had, as if the fountain of youth was in the recipient's pussy, as if the key to unlocking world peace was inside the pussy and the only way to getting it was to suck it out.

Heather had the same skill with her finger/vibrator combination. Her technique with vibrators and clitoral stimulation was flawless. She had fingers like a world-class violin player or a pianist. That same level of talent. But instead of making music, she brought orgasms to countless women.

"Oh Jesus," the professor gasped.

The combination was overwhelming and the professor unleashed a loud battle cry of an orgasm, screaming loudly for everyone in the shared town-house to hear. Then the cry stopped and her breath was gone. Every muscle in her body had tightened, and for moment, she was so breathless that it was scary. It was the perfect breathtaking climax. It felt like her heart was pounding out of control, yet she stopped breathing, both at the same time.

After the climax, Marissa held her head down, and the girls knew to stop what they were doing. Joey moved her mouth away. Heather moved her hand and turned off the vibrator.

"Now you know what it's like," Joey said, rubbing the bare bottom of the professor, which was now a bright shade of red from the spanking. "You don't have to wonder what it's like to have girls make you cum."

Marissa breathed deeply, still holding her head down. "You're right. Thank you."

"But your education isn't finished yet. You still haven't tasted pussy yet."

Marissa looked back at Joey. "May I?"

"Of course you may."

Joey winked at her sidekick Heather, giving a clear signal to uncollar the professor, which she did. Once the professor was uncollared, she rubbed her own neck, enjoying her brief moment of freedom from the bondage. But she wasn't free yet, there was still more to come.

The girls grabbed onto the professor. Heather, the stronger more athletic girl, grabbed the professor's upper body, and Joey grabbed the professor by the legs. Together, they lifted the professor, stood up, and hoisted her onto the bed, tossing her down like a sack of potatoes, which made the professor feel like she was a kid again. It was something that made the professor laugh out loud, especially after that orgasm she just had, which had left her in a giddy mood.

The playfulness they shared didn't last long, as Joey climbed on the bed with her knees on the bedsheet, positioning herself over the professor's body.

"You're about to know me very well," Joey smiled, with her naked body now positioned above the professor. "And I'll teach you how to make me feel good. All you have to do is whatever I say."

Having said that, Joey put her knees on both sides of the professor's head, lowered herself, and straddled the professor's face. Joey lowered herself just enough so that her wet pussy covered the professor's mouth, but not so hard as to suffocate the professor, or make any unnecessary discomfort.

"It's simple," Joey said, straddling her hips. "I'm an easy girl to please. Suck, lick, and repeat. That's all you have to do. Especially since, well, you don't have the freedom to do much else."

Joey closed her eyes and enjoyed the oral sensations that the professor was struggling to provide. Facesitting had always been her preferred way of dominance. But to do it to a beautiful professor was taking the fetish to another level. While her eyes closed, and the tongue was licking her pussy, Joey imagined herself as a student in Marissa's classroom. She imagined seeing Marissa properly dressed giving an articulate lecture on history.

Maybe someday, Joey thought, she'd be able to do this with one of her own professors, if she was lucky enough. And maybe someday, Marissa would be able to do this with one of her actual students. But until then, they had each other. In that very moment, Marissa was fresh from a hot orgasm, and she was trying her hardest to return the favor to Joey, who was straddling her face.

"Just like that," Joey moaned, carefully riding the woman's face. "You're doing a great job. Keep licking. Keep sucking. Remember to breathe through your nose. I'm almost there."

As Joey worked her hips, her own orgasm was building. She continued with her eyes closed, engulfed in the fantasy. She reached below and rubbed her clitoris in a circular motion, just the way she liked it, as Marissa did her best to eat her.

"I'm close. Don't stop. Push your tongue in deeper."

Joey hummed as her orgasm neared. She had an angelic voice and her humming noises were always turn-ons for other people to hear. She rocked her hips so that her wet cunt rubbed on the professor's face. Then she came without warning. Her body suddenly jerked.

"Oh fuck, Professor Marissa!"

A small trickle of squirt shot from Joey's pussy as she rubbed herself at full speed. She made short panting sounds as the fluids kept on trickling. The professor didn't dare stop with her tongue action and powerful suction, not while Joey was cumming. The professor wished so hard to return the orgasmic favor to the girl. And then it was happening. This time it was Joey's back that arched. It was Joey who became breathless. And it was Joey whose toes curled onto the bed as she orgasmed and squirted.

The professor kept her eyes looking upwards at the crotch above her mouth, and the expression of utter relief on Joey's face. Her first pussy eating experience was a grand success by the looks of things, and by the fluids around her mouth, and by the distinct taste of Joey's orgasm on her tongue (a particular and lovely taste she'd never ever forget).

When it was done, Joey lifted her cunt from the professor's face, allowing her to breathe freely. Then Joey moved down so that her body was positioned over the professor's body, then she lowered herself, so that their bodies were intertwined. Joey's breasts mashed against the professor's breasts. Their stomachs were pressed. Their legs wrapped around each others. And their faces mere inches apart, with them looking each other in the eyes.

"You get an A plus for that performance," Joey said.

Marissa smiled awkwardly, "Thank you."

"Did you like that? Was it everything you hoped it would be?" Joey asked, looking at the professor's wet lips, which had female cum on it.

"That was so breathtaking. I...I'm glad I came here."

"So am I."

"I'm so happy that I got to live out a secret fantasy of mine. I never thought I'd ever experience this. I don't know how to thank you."

Joey smiled, "There is something."

"What? I'll do anything. Anything at all."

Joey leaned forward and kissed the professor on the mouth. It was a wet sloppy tongue kiss, yet still very romantic, and they exchanged saliva and vaginal fluids from when they had just eaten each other. This time, Marissa wasn't timid at all. This time, they engaged in a full blown naked makeout session.

Some time had passed. Joey was back in her room, reading the next chapter of the book Losing the Light. She sat by the window as she read. Her legs curled and her bare feet were touching.

Looking down below, outside of their house, she saw Marissa leaving after having just finished using the shower. Marissa looked properly dressed, like a well-educated woman, the way a university professor would typically dress. She looked shy and timid as she walked briskly to her car, hoping that no one would notice her. Probably praying that no one in the neighborhood knew what she was doing there, in the home shared by the girls.

It was a sight Joey loved seeing. A sight she never got tired of. How these normal everyday women would leave so secretively after fulfilling their sapphic fantasies here with the girls. She had no idea if Marissa would ever return. Some women did. Some didn't. In any case, they all got the experience they wanted. And that was the most important thing.
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