Pretty Penny ... part one

"Friday, thank god," It was pretty much the only thought going through my head as I opened the door to my very new Kia. Almost everything in my life was new. If not new on that day, at least new within the last six months.

I had been hired to teach art to a bunch of imbeciles, rich imbeciles to be sure but imbeciles nonetheless. I couldn't imagine anyone less likely than myself to be teaching in a private Christian academy. I wasn't a bad person, just not really a religious person. Each day I went to the after lunch devotions. I sat there waiting for God, if there was one, to strike me dead. The little car started without even a minor protest. It was cold but the car was new. I bought it at the insistence of my father.

"If you are going to be a hundred miles away, I don't want to be worried about that old junker I gave you dying." So I bought the four door Kia and stored the old Chrysler convertible to be restored later. There was a giant metal barn on my dad's farm. Inside that barn with nothing but our old cars waiting to be restored. It was going to be my dad's retirement hobby. At least that was the excuse he had given mom all those years.

The Kia was out of place in the parking lot of my apartment building. The building was comprised of thirty slightly larger than, but not much, studio apartments. The apartments each had a tiny kitchen, which was just fine by me. They had a large center room which was both bedroom and living room combined. What sold me on the place was the combination dressing room and bath. It was the same size as the kitchen dining area combination on the other side of the living room bedroom combination. My fancy new computer sat in what had once been a closet . The computer was new and almost state of the art. My dad who was a computer nut, as well as a nut for anything else mechanical, had given it to me. With it came the obligation to email home every day.

Since I had stayed late at the art lab, it was time for dinner even before I walked through the door. My dinner choices were simple, I could microwave a frozen dinner or a walk a block to the china garden. I opted for the later.

Instead of eating in the crowded restaurant, I bought food to go. All the way home my skin crawled. It was hormones I knew, but I had an urge to feel hands on my body. The urge was great even after I arrived home. The solitude of my apartment was almost more than I could stand. I thought for a moment of getting dressed for a night out, but decided I really didn't have the money to waste. Being a brand new teacher had it's hardships. I smiled thinking how minor they really were. I fixed myself a diet coke, while the computer warmed up. The screen was covered with little pictures when I returned. I had far too many programs choking the computer but I loved all the things it could do.

I opened a web browser at the same time as I opened the fried rice. Eating from the silly white cartons was half the fun, I'm told. I never really got a big charge out of it, but I also didn't want to wash dishes. I picked at the sweet and sour pork while I checked my mail and sent messages to family and friends.

I still had at least half the pork and half the rice left, when I switched to an erotic literature site. I looked over the names of the new stories. Nothing jumped out at me, so I moved to the chat room. One thing about the chat room, I would either get pissed off and leave or I would find someone to raise my temperature even more. There was no in between. Well there was in a way. Since I don't have any homosexual thoughts at all, when I chat with a woman in those places it is just to discuss the sickos who visit them. Of course we don't consider ourselves part of the sicko crowd.

Before I could finish the pork balls, I had been asked at least then times whether or not I was horny. A question which got the sender an immediate block from me. I tried to chat with at least three men before the yellow window popped up.

"Hi my name is Penny..."

"Hi Penny, my name is Rose..."

"Would you like to chat Rose."

"Well I'm not at all bi, but if you still want to chat sure."

"Well, I'm not bi either. I'm a lesbian so sure let's chat."

I laughed quietly. The woman seemed to have a big time presence. What that meant I wasn't at all sure. "Good, I'm bored with all the stupid pick up lines I hear in this place."

"Ah even I hear them since I haven't turned my "I'm a lesbian" sign on tonight. Plus it's nice to see what the competition is up to. We don't have to talk about sex."

"Oh, I'll talk about sex with you... I just won't pretend to make love with you."

"I see, so you like sex but you like your sex with guys?"

"Yes that's it."

"I can respect that. I promise I won't try to convert you."

"Good, then I won't try to convert you either." I said it with a smile she couldn't see of course.

"That sounds like a fair arrangement. So how old are you?"

"I'm 23 years old. How about you?"

"I'm almost ten years older. Is that going to be a problem?"

"Only if you see it as one," I replied. Ordinarily about this point I would be looking for a way to end the conversation. Something about the unknown woman on the other end of the computer line was compelling. Nothing I could put my finger on of course. She just held my interest. She seemed sexy and confident two things I respect most in someone you can't really see. She was a woman, that of course was the downside. Since I wasn't really going to do anything, I decided it would be okay to chat with her a while longer.

"So rose what are you wearing?" She had promised that it wouldn't be a sexual conversation but I guess she couldn't resist.

"You won't believe it." I said with what I hoped was levity in the answer.

"Try me." Her tone was almost demanding in its shortness.

"Blue slacks, white blouse, red sweater," I wrote being just as short

"Underwear?"

"Yes of course."

"Why of course, some women don't you know."

"Yeah porn movie stars and singers." I smiled again. "I'm just a Lil Ole Southern Belle."

"I'm pretty sure that some woman, somewhere in your town goes without her bra and panties when at home." I couldn't fault that logic. Somewhere there probably was a woman like that. It might even be me later in the evening. I would most likely be in a gown and panties before too much longer.

Since the Academy had a strict dress code there were even uniforms for teachers. Well at least strict rules of dress. Dark slacks or skirt, always white blouse and the school sweater were required. Teachers could be sent home and docked a days pay. It was worse then my own high school.

"I suppose you are right."

"So what kind of panties?"

"I don't think that I'm not comfortable talking like this with you."

"Oh okay what would you like to talk about."

I thought about that long and hard then wrote, "White cotton bikini."

"That's a good girl."

"Thank you." How it happened I don't know. I slipped into my old habit of trying to please everyone. I have no idea where the need came from but it was hard to control in real life and impossible to control in an anonymous environment.

"So Rose you have never been curious about other women?" "No never," I replied confidently. I was getting some control back in my voice. I'm not sure how much Penny could tell from my typing. Some people on chat seemed to be very good at judging character from chat.

"Never?"

"No never crosses my mind." I knew she wanted me to say more.. "I just can't imagine me doing anything to a woman."

"But can you image a woman making love to you?"

Her words hit me like a club. I had always hidden behind the thought that I could never do "it" with a woman. I just couldn't see myself between some woman's legs. It was just incomprehensible. "I honestly never thought about it."

"Take a minute and think about it." Her tone somehow was demanding. "Think about this... If I was there and stood behind you, and if I placed my hands over your breasts and kissed your neck, would you respond?"

I thought about it and knew the answer. I tried to find a way to convince myself otherwise but I finally said, "Yes."

"And if I began to unbutton your blouse would you stop me?"

I knew I should lie, but I couldn't. "No."

"If I told you to, would you unbutton your own blouse?"

I had to give that just a second's thought but no more. "Yes."

"So?"

"You mean you want me to open my blouse?"

"Yes," the word was shocking. I suppose to be honest, I had pretended to do that before. For men sure but I had never done it with a woman and never did it for real. "Tell me as you do it. Each thing you do in detail."

"There are three buttons on this blouse which are hooked. Opening the top one." After I finished the typing of it, I opened the button. I did exactly the same for the other two.

"Good girl," came on the screen only after I was finished.

I couldn't help it. I honestly tried not to, but I ended up tying, "thank you." I waited for the longest time and nothing happened. I was beginning to think she had gone.

"So what are you going to do next?" After the long silence the words on the screen jolted me.

"Do now?" I was a little confused.

"Are you going to sit there with your blouse open or are you going to take it off for me."

"Take it off," I replied without any hesitation. I even slipped the blouse from my shoulders and let it fall into the chair behind me.

"Done," I replied.

"What size is that bra?" It was as if she could see me.

"36b"

"Well?" I waited for more. "Lean forward so they hang and unhook it for me."

"Alright." After I said it, I leaned forward reached behind me and undid the snaps. Just as I'm sure she knew the bra fell away when I shrugged.

"Are you finished?"

"Yes."

Describe your breasts for me." I should have been shocked but I wasn't. I had somehow blended her with a generic man. I had answer the question for men before.

"Slight droop... nipples pink and well defined.... tips hard and shriveled..." I waited but she didn't speak so I added, "Nipples red from blushing."

"Would you like me to nurse from you?"

"Yes," I said it without a thought that she was a woman. I simply needed someone to help me.

"Lift your right breast to me and ask me."

"Please kiss me here," As soon as I finished typing the words I lifted my breast toward the monitor.

"So you feel me?"

"Yes," I replied and my mind did trick me into having the sensation of being touched. It was an old memory imprinted on my brain that came forward.

"Slip your hand into your panties and tell me how wet you are." I did as I was directed. It was exquisitely perverted. "I'm soaked."

"Good girl, when did you first know you were gay?"

"I'm not gay."

"Technically that is true men are gay women are lesbians."

"I'm certainly not lesbian."

"Is you hand still in your panties?"

"Yes."

"Is it there because a lesbian told you to put it there?"

"Yes."

"Then stop arguing and rub your clit for me. While you do that, I'm going to tell you what you are. You will answer me when you can."

"Okay," I replied. I slipped my hand back inside my slacks, then under the elastic of my panties. My finger move through my pubic hair and then into the cleft which protected my clitoris. I began to massage it and try to keep a clear mind. It was difficult but I did manage to keep up with the words of my tormentor.

"So Rose right now you have your hand inside your panties and are playing with you clit don't you?"

"Yes," I typed it with one hand.

"And you are thinking about me?" I couldn't force my hand out to write a long answer.

So I wrote," yes." with one hand and spelled it ys.

"You are thinking about me kissing you with my tongue in your mouth."

"Yes."

"And running my hands up and down your back."

"Yes."

"Would you like to touch me?"

"Oh yes," I replied quickly.

"Not yet," the words flashed on the screen. "Now I want you to concentrate and masturbate to orgasm. Do it whatever way works the best for you."

It took only seconds for me to have mind bending orgasm that seemed to shake me far longer than most. The screen was no longer filled with her words when I came around. I waited but she did not type anything else.

"Are you there?" I typed with shaky hands. There was no answer.



(to be continued.)