Twice a week, when I entered the classroom, I would always see her first. Well, actually, the back of her as she prepared all of her materials for class. She sat in the first row, obviously a serious student who wanted to make the best impression. I admired that.
As I walked from the rear to the front, I would brush past her and catch her distinctive whiff. She wasn't the perfume type, but she always smelled great. I recognized when she changed to the featured scent of the month at The Body Shop; I always did the same, but Neal's Yard Remedies would always be my favourite.
A few times I said hello to her. She whispered a soft response but never engaged in conversation with me after class, like many of the other students, especially the male students. All of them wanted to sample what they had come to know so well visually.
Never in a million years would I have imagined becoming a nude model, even though I had sketched and painted many of them when I had been an art major at the same university where I now worked. Times were hard since my mother had passed away, and I needed to pay my bills. I had obtained a little success as a painter, but no-one would take me seriously until I was dead.
Molly was her name. One of the other students had mentioned that she was originally from Northamptonshire and had moved to London for college. She was shorter than me but, then again, so were most women. Since I measured five feet four inches, most girls were taller than me before they finished primary school. Molly had light brown hair reaching her lower shoulders, rosy-coloured skin and an oval-shaped face, with a small button-nose and slightly narrowed blue eyes. She wore glasses and tried to hide the fact that she was beautiful by wearing frumpy clothes and no makeup.
I did not become a lesbian until I was in my late-twenties. In retrospect, I probably always should have been one. No man had ever truly appreciated my value or respected me, not until after I was gone and they were trying to convince me to come back. Pain recognizes pain, though, and I often saw agony on Molly's face during class. I had nothing else to do but stare at everyone while they stared at my body.
The routine was always the same. I would come in, go up on the small riser, disrobe and then strike a pose, which changed weekly. The first week, the instructor had me lie on a Victorian chaise and strike a historical pose. The second week, I had to stand with my back to them and my head bent to the right so they could see my profile. I hated that. My neck had such a crick in it that I had to go home and use a heating pad. The third week, I sat on a stool with my hands folds on my lap. Now we were into the fourth week and I had to stand erect with my back slightly arched, my arms raised over my head grasping a pole, with my chin pointed a little down and to the left.
Class began and all eyes were on me. Pencils were out and the only sounds were the tips whisking across the paper and the low music playing in the background. A song called 'Bed' by J. Holiday was currently playing and all I could think about was putting Molly to bed. I had often wondered if she had ever noticed how much I stared at her over others in the class. My gaze would remain fixed on her while I made love to her over and over again in my mind. I imagined her hands running through my wavy, dark brown hair and her tongue on my nipples, that would often become hard just from the fantasy. The third week, I had actually climaxed while posing. In my mind, I had been eating Molly's pussy and she was screaming out my name: "Irene! Irene!" I hoped no-one had seen the wetness of my pussy dripping down the legs of the stool. Then again, it was what it was. If I was going to sit there in the same position for three hours, twice a week, my mind had to do something. Molly had been not on my mind, but in my mind for so long and I decided that it was time to do something about it.
"Hello, Molly," I said while she was packing up her supplies.
"Hey, Irene," she whispered back.
"How are things going?" I asked, which took out normal conversation further than it had ever been.
She looked nervous. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?"
It was like she was trying to hide something, or feared that I had found out something. I knew next to nothing about her.
"I was just asking. We spend six hours a week together, so I was only wondering."
Molly scanned the room, full of others. "But everyone is here every week."
I shrugged, standing there in my push robe and flip-flops. "Everyone else has at least held one conversation with me; everyone but you." I started to walk away, admitting defeat way too easily. "Sorry if I bothered you."
She grabbed my arm and, even through the thick fabric, electricity shot up my spine. My fantasy had touched me – for the first time but far from the last.
"Irene, I didn't mean to come off the wrong way. It's just that, well, it's been a rough month for me."
"I'm a great listener. Would you like to have a drink and talk about it?"
"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose on you."
Was that a blush?
"Molly, it's not an imposition. Everyone needs to talk to, and I've had a rough year, not just a month."
"Really?"
"Yes, we all have issues, and it's important not to keep things wrapped up inside."
Molly giggled. "A drink would be nice, right about now. But only if you have the time."
I brushed a strand of hair off her cheek. "Just give me ten minutes. I'll meet you out front."
"Um, OK."
xxoOoxx
While I was getting dressed, I hoped that my touching her cheek like that hadn't scared her off. I had no idea if Molly was into men, or women, or both. I only craved for her to be into me.
When I pulled up in front of the building in my red BMW, left to me by my mother, Molly was standing on the steps.
"Get in," I said, as I pushed the passenger door open.
Twenty seconds later, we were headed to the campus exit gates.
"So what do you like to drink?" I asked.
Molly shrugged. "I'm not a big drinker, so anything fruity is cool."
"Great! I know a place in Soho that sells marvellous frozen drinks – all flavours of Daiquiris and Margaritas."
"Cool."
"They also have a smokin' DJ. You like new wave music?"
"I really don't know that much about it, except for 'Everybody Wants to Rule the World' by Tears For Fears. Have you heard that?"
"My dear, everybody wants to rule to world!"
We fell out laughing.
I continued, "I guess they don't have a lot of new wave in Northamptonshire."
There was that nervous look again. "How did you know that I'm from Northamptonshire?"
"Someone mentioned it." I sighed. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Um, OK," she replied hesitantly.
"Are you seeing anyone right now?"
A frown came across her face. "Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering. You seem kind of on edge and most of the time when women are on edge, it's because of relationship problems."
Molly laughed. "You're very astute. Actually, the person that I've been seeing has been tripping lately. They've been spending time with someone else, I think."
There it was. She was definitely into women. The use of "the person," "they've," and "someone else," instead of "the man," "he's" and "another woman," had said it all. It takes one to know one. I grinned like a Cheshire cat. Since she was into kitty kat, half of the battle was already won.
I decided not to fake the funk and turned the car round to head to the West End. "I just thought of another place we can go. You'll like it a whole lot better."
xxoOoxx
We entered George & Dragon, my regular spot near Shoreditch, and Molly's eyes almost popped clear out of her head. Wall-to-wall fine women were socializing, drinking, and engaged in public displays of affection. I did not ask her if she was down with the program, but simply led her to the bar and ordered two frozen Pina Coladas.
A blob of the drink landed on Molly's chest when she picked up the overflowing cup. She was about to wipe it off with a cocktail napkin but I stopped her, leaned in closer to her and licked it off. I took my time and ran the tip of my tongue down the middle of her breasts, as much as I could with her shirt still on. I couldn't wait until I could suckle on them for hours at a time. My breasts are my most sensitive part, and thus, I like to suck on them the way I want my women to reciprocate. Knowing how much pleasure I derive from it makes me want to pleasure others.
I sat back and gazed into Molly's eyes, to gauge her reaction. Her mouth was hanging open but she didn't look upset. While her mouth was already open, I took advantage of it and slid my tongue into it. At first, she did not move hers as I explored the inside, flicking my tongue over the roof of her mouth. Then she got into it and it was on; we were making out like two teenagers and Molly was a fantastic kisser. The thought of her moving her tongue like that inside of my pussy had my knickers on fire.
'U Got It Bad' by Usher started playing and I asked Molly to dance. We ended up in the middle of the dance floor, grinding each other and her head only came up to my chest, just like a normal size woman's would to a normal-sized man. We were the perfect fit. I got lost in her, laying my head in her hair as she wrapped her arms around me and we got caught up in the words. I had it bad and I knew it. I only hoped that Molly was feeling me as much. Whoever had fucked up with her was a dumb-arse!
Molly had on a skirt. I reached down between her legs and worked my index finger inside her knickers, which felt like cotton.
"You smell so sweet," I told her as I gazed down into her eyes.
She flinched as I started fingering her pussy. It was so wet.
"You smell sweet yourself, Irene."
I pulled my finger out and licked it. "And you taste even sweeter."
I dove back into her knickers, with two fingers next, and worked her near into a frenzy for the remainder of the song and the next: 'Time After Time' by Cyndi Lauper.
xxoOoxx
We left the club an hour later and headed to my flat. Molly never asked me if I was seeing anyone and I never bothered to offer the information. For the past three years, I had been living with Kate, but she was out of the country for four months on a contract assignment. It was my intention to end the relationship as soon as she returned. I needed a lot of attention, more importantly affection, and Kate was too caught up in her profession to sustain me as her woman. She saw it exactly the opposite. Kate felt that I was wasting my life away on a silly dream and that I needed to do more to contribute to the household. That was one of the reasons that I had reduced myself to nude modelling.
When we got to my place, luckily I had taken down all the pictures of Kate and me cuddling and grinning from ear-to-ear, back when we had been happier. Sure, all of her clothes and belongings were there, but unlike a man, who has to hide hair bows and perfume bottle when a girl comes over, I was expected to have feminine items at my place.
"Wow, you're an artist!" Molly said when she noticed the easel, all the paint brushes, charcoal pencils and other supplies.
"Yes, I have an art degree from the university," I said. "That's how I knew that I would get a job there. Professor Andrews used to teach me."
"Oh, that's awesome," Molly snickered. "I never would have guessed."
"Being that all you ever knew about me before tonight was my nude body, there was no way for you to have guessed."
I should not have said that. I could tell that Molly was beginning to ponder the fact that we really did not know each other. Plus, Molly had someone else. And though her lover was probably cheating, Molly obviously still cared. I could have backed off, but Molly was in my mind and I had to have her – all of her.
"Why don't you make yourself comfortable on the couch?" I suggested. "I'll go get us a bottle of wine."
"Oh, I don't know if I should mix liquors," Molly said in protest.
"It'll be OK. If you don't want any, I could still use some."
I got a bottle of Chardonnay and two wine glasses from the kitchen and when I returned, I was shocked. Molly wasn't on the couch. She was standing in the middle of my living room… naked.
"I realize that my body is nowhere near as great as yours, but this is who I am," she whispered.
"You're stunning!" I set the bottle and glasses on the coffee table and started taking off my clothes. "I know you've seen this all before," I joked.
"Yes, but I now I get to touch it, and lick it, and suck it."
No, she was not turning the seduction table on me!
"Oh, so it's like that, Molly? I never took you to be a freak!"
"Like you said, before tonight, who could have known what?" She paused. "I've wanted to suck on that pussy of yours since day one. It's always glistening, and it's shaved into a heart." She spread her legs and pointed to her own pussy. "See, we're twins."
Molly had shaved her pussy hairs into a heart, just like mine. Damn, I was in love!
I had first started doing it to prove to Kate how much I cared for her, and often asked her to let me do hers, but she balked at the thought. Fuck that bitch!
Before I could even get over the fact that I had been in Molly's mind as much as she had been in mine, she was lifting me off the floor and carrying me to the bedroom. Yes, carrying me. She laid me on my back, spread my legs, and her warm tongue invaded my walls as I moaned in pure delight. I played with my nipples while she sucked on my hardened clit. My thighs began to shiver as she slid her finger into my arsehole and started working both my holes. I grabbed a pillow and started biting on the corner to muffle a scream as I came for the first time.
Molly looked up at me. "I've wanted to taste your cum since the day you came on that stool."
I tried to catch my breath as I let go of the pillow with my teeth. "You saw that, huh?"
"Not only did I see it, I yearned to come up there and lick every drop off the stool. That was one lucky stool, to have your pussy sitting on top of it. All I could think about was that it should have been my face."
"Damn, Molly!" I said. "This is going to sound absolutely crazy, but I think I love you!"
I jumped up and pushed her on her back, demanding, "I have to taste you. Right now."
I dove in with my tongue, having never wanted to explore a woman's pussy more in my entire life. Molly tasted like the Pina Coladas we drank at George & Dragon, but I could tell that she had a healthy diet, like myself. I ate her like my life depended on it. In many ways, it did. I needed her in my life and I had to do whatever I could to make sure that she would never want another.
xxoOoxx
We spent the next four hours pleasuring one another. I ate her from four different angles: spread eagle, from the back, with her on top of my face, and in the shower with her foot propped up on the side of the tub. Each time that I tasted her, it only got better and better.
When we were in the shower, I sucked on her breasts so erotically and so passionately that I came twice just from doing that. Molly gave as good as she got and turned me out in ways that I had never even imagined… in my mind. She ate me out in the kitchen table off a canvas and later, she shellacked my juices onto it so we could always remember our first time together.
xxoOoxx
By the time Kate had returned from her business trip, I had moved out and in with Molly. The woman she had been tied up with had left her. As suspected, she had been cheating all along. Hell, she dropped her penny and I picked it up. Molly and I often paint and sketch each other. It had been years since I had sketched a nude and I never wanted to sketch another one outside of her.
Molly will forever be… in my mind.