Let’s have a little fun.’ This had left butterflies in her stomach and she had to take constant trips to the bathroom at work to masturbate to cal... down. Tears rolled silently down Maria’s face. She flung herself into bed in the dark room and hugged a pillow to her painted face. Somewhere in the midst of silently crying, something poked Maria in the shoulder. This scared her so bad she almost wet her pants. She looked up from the soggy, makeup covered pillow and saw a face beaming down on her.. . Things had happened, things I wanted to take as signals from Jackie. There was the dancing. There had been moments when we danced that the pressure of her breasts against my chest and the feel of the small of her back under my hand aroused me, and on several occasions, emboldened by alcohol, I pressed my hardened cock against her. She did not pull away.There were the kisses. When we danced, the dance always ended with a kiss -- even the times when I'd pressed myself against her. I preferred. I was very tipsy by this time and told her that I had never been with another woman but had fantasized about it. She seemed to be very inquisitive about that. Wynona told me how pretty and sexy she thought I was and I told her that she was too. In a few minutes she softly took my hand and said, “Girl, come with me.” I allowed Wynona to take my hand and lead me down stairs where there was one empty bedroom. She eased the door closed behind us and stood with her big blue eyes inches from mine. At. It was short and left her midriff and naval exposed. She had topped the outfit off with leather boots that tied up the fronts. She reached up and brushed the hair out of her face, stretching her long body as she did so, her hand nearly touching the teacher’s chest. Professor Johnson grinned at her like a Cheshire cat. His eyes didn’t give away what he was thinking, but she thought that maybe there was some lust in there. They held eye contact for what seemed like an eternity before.