When Bella was in college she tried to avoid those huge undergrad classes where a full blown professor lectures to several hundred students, but the only two-way contact students have with an instructor is in "discussion sections" led by a graduate student "teaching assistant." She found the lectures to be quite excellent, but dealing with overworked and underpaid grad students in the discussion sections was fraught with hazards. These individuals often took out their frustrations on undergrads, and the quality of their instruction was spotty at best.
However, it was not possible or even desirable to avoid all such classes, and in the first semester of Bella's sophomore year, when she was still just 19-years-old, she found herself in such an environment after signing up for Anthropology 101. Her discussion section was led by a 25-year-old grad student who was the first "bull dyke" type lesbian Bella had ever met. Not to overstate the woman's persona – she didn't wear motorcycle leathers or men's clothing or anything like that, but she did have a crew cut, wore no makeup and made no secret of her sexuality.
True to Bella's past experience, this woman, whose name was Jen, did not have much patience for the undergrads in her section, and even tended to bully those who didn't toe the line, meaning that they did not passively go along with whatever interpretation of the week's readings Jen was promoting. Naturally, this always meant viewing the material through the lens of the "cult of race, class and gender" that was absolute dogma with 97 percent of the liberal arts faculty at the prestigious state university. Even though she was already a confirmed lesbian herself, Bella found this one-dimensional view of the world banal and absurd.
In addition to her tedious orthodoxy, Bella's "instructor" was physically intimidating. She was big – over six feet tall, but had a womanly body that was nicely proportioned: large hips, big shoulders, strong legs. In a word, statuesque. Jen was good looking, too, with a pretty face that her crew cut and lack of makeup could not hide. Naturally, even though Jen was about 180 degrees opposite of the type of woman that she usually found herself attracted to, Bella could not help but to wonder what sex would be like with such an Amazon.
Bella kept a low profile in the class, performing well on tests and papers (as usual), making the minimum number of participatory comments in discussions, and ones that were always perceptive and on-point. She figured that her mostly-idle curiosity about sex with Jen would go unsatisfied, because it was not deep enough to motivate her to follow up by seeking any more extensive engagement with the woman beyond that necessary for class. Bella had not counted on the instigation coming from the other side, however. Jen must have noticed Bella looking at her from time to time with a curiosity that went beyond the matrilineal descent patterns of the Yanamamo Indians, or other material examined in the class. About half way through the semester, after of one the twice-a-week sessions, Jen asked Bella to follow her back to the little cubbyhole that served as her office. There, Jen basically asked Bella for a date, although she did not put it in those terms. She just invited Bella to join her at one of the popular campus beer joints on Friday night "for a couple o' brewskies."
Now, Jen had no idea that Bella was lesbian. Unlike herself, Bella gave no outward indication of her sexual preference. Not only did she not dress in any way that was overtly "queer," compared to most of her fellow students Bella was positively elegant. She was rich, enjoyed fine things, and while not at all snobbish about it saw no reason not to dress in a classy yet understated "preppy-couture" manner. Bella's spiritual guides in terms of style and appearance were Sharon Stone, Audrey Hepburn, and Grace Kelly – not Brittney or Madonna or, God forbid, Courtney Love.
She had not gained much from living with her gay uncle Harry for five years but one thing she did acquire was a sense of style. Bella remembered her mom saying one time before the tragic auto accident in which she died, "Gays OWN taste." Bella had understood this to mean that many homosexual men were highly tuned in and accomplished on matters of fashion and style, which like many stereotypes about particular groups, held a kernel of truth. Uncle Harry evidenced this in his own life, and although she and he interacted little, one area where they did exchange opinions and observations was "haute couture" and how the "stars" dressed and carried themselves in public. A few times they watched "Awards" programs on television, and Bella was hugely impressed by Harry's very well informed commentary on what participants of both sexes wore, ranging from scathing condemnation to fulsome praise. Bella subscribed to a couple fashion magazines, and Harry occasionally would glance through these, passing on more insights to his wealthy niece.
These lessons "stuck," and Bella never felt a need or desire to dress-down in the typical faux-bohemianism of middle class American college students. She was rich and beautiful, and liked to look the part. Add to this her doll-like good looks, and there was no reason for anyone to suspect that Bella's sexuality was anything but conventional.
That's the way she liked it. Wearing alternative sexuality on her sleeve did not fit with Bella's deeply private nature. Also, she LIKED being a girl, and looking like one. To her, girl-girl sex was exciting because it involved two unapologetically-female females coming together in an unexpectedly intimate physical interaction. She didn't understand the whole "butch-femme" thing, as least in terms of the physical appearance aspect. On the other hand, Bella did prefer to take an almost aggressive role in her affairs, and she was most attracted to timid girls that she could dominate. Girls totally unlike Jen, that is. Bella could easily imagine that Jen WAS into the butch-femme thing, however.
After her freshman year in the girl's dorm, Bella got her own apartment, and had decided to experiment with different lifestyles. So, when Jen asked her out she decided to give it a shot. She said "yes," but gave the woman no indication that she was an experienced lesbian. Jen no doubt thought that she would have the opportunity to introduce a rich hetero – who was maybe a little curious – to the mysteries of lesbian sex.
Bella played it straight, so to speak, and enjoyed the fact that she was perpetrating a deception on the bullying grad student. There were almost 30 undergrads in the discussion section Jen led, and about 20 of them were women. Jen had already "hit on" a couple of these, and Bella feared that it was no coincidence that that other objects of Jen's attentions were girls who were struggling with the class. She suspected that there might be a little sexual blackmail going on, so putting one over on the big woman appealed to Bella's sense of justice.
Anyway, the time for the "date" arrived, and Bella joined Jen at the student bar. They talked, and had a couple beers, and as she got to know Jen a bit Bella felt a bit more sympathetic. Jen poured out her tale of woe, describing how PhD. candidates like her were exploited by the tenured professors, who used them to do mass quantities of drudge work on their own research projects, AND to lead overcrowded discussion sections. In addition to the twice weekly class sessions, the teaching assistants had to read and grade undergrad tests and papers, many of these shockingly bad, even at this elite institution. All for insultingly low pay, and while the grad student was attempting to pursue her own studies. It was no wonder that Jen was frazzled, and took out some of her frustrations on the undergrads. Bella did not acquit the woman of the suspected sexual blackmail, however.
After they had had a couple of drinks, Jen asked Bella if she wanted to go back to her apartment. Bella played dumb.
"How come?" she asked.
"I dunno – it's kinda noisy here. I figure we could talk, and I have some good CDs too. Do you like Techno?" Jen asked.
In fact, Bella did like Techno, but she had no illusion that music was what Jen really had in mind. So she said, "Yeah, OK."
Jen's apartment was a tiny one-bedroom in a grad student housing complex. The two women sat on the couch, and the conversation became more personal.
"Bella – I can't help noticing that you look at me with curiously in class sometimes. That's why I asked you to join me tonight, because I'm curious about why you're curious."
"Gosh, Jen, I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. It's just that – well – you're the first woman I've ever known who, uh, looks like you. I don't mean that you're big, but . . ." Her face turned red at her unusual uncouthness.
Jen laughed. "You mean I look like a dyke! Right, Bella?"
Bella was embarrassed, not by the sexuality reference, but at being so transparent. "Yeah, I guess so."
"Bella, have you ever had any kind of sexual experience with another woman?"
There is was – the invitation Bella had expected. Despite her total lack of surprise, Bella's face grew even more heated and red at the question. She wasn't used to being the "pursued" instead of the "pursuer" in such exchanges! Bella didn't want to lie, so instead she told a partial truth.
"When I was 15, a girlfriend and I practiced kissing . . ." Bella affected hesitancy in her reply, giving no indication that what she described was the opening move in her own seduction of the her first lesbian lover, timid little Becky.
"Did you like it?" Jen asked. Bella tried to look embarrassed, and again she had to act, because once she recovered her balance after being caught out over her curiosity about Jen's appearance and persona, she was not at all shy about the turn the conversation had taken. But she didn't want to let Jen know that, so she answered hesitantly.
"Er, yeah, I guess. Her lips were soft . . . it was nice . . ."
"Would you like to 'practice kissing' with me?" Jen asked.
Bella said nothing, and remained totally passive, leaving the ball completely in Jen's court. She didn't have to wait long. Taking her silent "maybe" as a "yes," Jen leaned forward and put her lips on Bella's. The first kiss was chaste and brief, as Jen gauged Bella's reaction. Bella remained passive, which again the older woman took as permission to be more aggressive. She again leaned forward, and this time when their lips met, Jen sucked on her lips a bit, and applied a little tongue.
Now, it may seem odd, but in the time since she had seduced Jessica, Bella had only had sex with three other girls. In each case, Bella had been the aggressor, and had seduced girls who were younger, or more timid, or less popular than herself. In fact, Jen was just about the first woman that Bella had ever met besides herself that she knew for certain was also a lesbian. Her exclusive, private high school had been quite small, and Bella's other opportunities for social interactions were rather limited. In college she found herself part of a much larger society, and she had suspected one or two of the girls in hall adjacent to hers in the dorm the year before might have "swung both ways," but she had never had the opportunity to find out. Also, given that her tastes ran to timid girls she could seduce and dominate, Bella just had not sought out the company of her own kind. Avowed lesbians, that is.
So, being kissed by Jen was an entirely new situation for Bella. And - that made it fit in with her program of lifestyle experimentation. Still, she chose to maintain the passive role, and see what lesbian sex was like from the perspective of the "hunted" instead of the "hunter."
Jen was a good kisser. Despite her passive mien Bella found herself getting excited when the woman's soft tongue probed into her own mouth, tentatively, then more aggressively when she met no resistance. Before long Jen had taken Bella into her strong arms and was embracing her as she applied lips and tongue with good effect.
Bella was determined to keep her cool, though, and to make Jen do all the "work." So she only responded after several minutes of diligent kissing by Jen, when to not respond at all would have sent an unambiguous message of "No, no!" instead of "Maybe, maybe!" Then, Bella did so by engaging in just the least bit of tongue-duelling on her own. That was all Jen needed – from that point her actions became more straightforwardly sexual.
She began by applying her mouth sensuously to Bella's neck and ears, nibbling and pecking in a soft circuit around the sensitive flesh of those areas. Jen's hands began to roam also. One reached down Bella's back and slid in under the waistband of her stylish skirt, making a reconnaissance probe just to the top of her fit and attractive rear end, where the between-cheek crease was born just below the base of the spine. With this hand Jen pulled Bella in closer, sliding her own large body down the couch and turning onto her side a bit in an effort to engineer a little hip-to-hip contact.
Bella was enjoying herself tremendously, and on several levels. It was great fun to be putting one over on the bullying instructor, who thought she was breaking in a newcomer to the ways of lesbian sex. Also, being passive putty in the big hands of this large and dominant woman was so different from Bella's usual role in sexual affairs that it added a definite element of exotic spice to the encounter. In some ways, it really WAS like the first time for Bella, because in every one of her sexual experiences so far SHE had been the one "putting on the moves." Finding herself so much out of character generated some of that "forbidden fruit" sensation that was one of the elements of lesbian love in general that made her blood pound with excitement.
Jen's size added to all of this. At 5'8'' and with a perfectly proportioned figure, Bella was just a bit above the median in terms of the average size for American women, and the handful of girls she had been to bed with were all smaller than her. At well over six-feet tall and with her powerful, statuesque physique, Jen towered over Bella, and now Bella felt like a doll in the big woman's arms. None of this was anything Bella would want to make a habit of, but in the sense of "a change is as good as a vacation," this sidetrack from her usual preferences was an undeniable turn-on.
Most elementally, she WAS getting turned on, because for all her intimidating size and dyke-ish persona, Jen was turning out to be a gentle and skilful lover. The hand that had slipped under Bella's waist band in back had made its way lower, and was now softly kneading the cheeks of her rear end, and lightly caressing her butt crack. Jen's neck- and ear-nuzzling was reaching lower down Bella's chest, and the big woman had unfastened the top two buttons of her silk blouse, gaining access to the sensitive skin in Bella's cleavage. Jen kept retreating to Bella's mouth, where she continued her sensuous, deeply probing French kisses. Bella began launching a few probes of her own, and for a while the two women's lips were locked together as their tongues intertwined energetically, taking turns launching forays into the other's mouth.
Jen's busy hands stayed active, the one in back reaching even lower to caress the soft dimples between Bella's perfect ass cheeks and shapely thighs, the other working lose a couple more buttons on the front of Bella's blouse. When Jen again lowered her mouth to Bella's chest, her access to soft tit flesh was much improved, and she used this to bombard the tops and cleavage of the smaller woman's ample breasts with a barrage of soft, wet kisses.
Both women were breathing heavily now, and events had arrived at that pass where stealthy unbuttonings and reaching under clothing could go no further: Either the passive partner would get up, redress her dishabille and go home, or . . . coyness would go out the window, clothing would start coming off, and neither party would be able to evade a very conscious and forthright acknowledgement and acceptance of the seduction that was well underway. Bella wasn't going anywhere, so the first option was off the table, but she maintained her passive role and waited for Jen's next move. This wasn't long in coming.
The big woman withdrew her hand from under Bella's skirt, lifted her head from her breasts, and looked her straight in the eyes, saying nothing, but inviting protest from the other, while she undid the remaining buttons on the front of the long-sleeved blouse, and then undid the buttons at the wrists. She received no protest. Jen took Bella's upper arm in her hand, lifting it, and tugging the sleeve down and away. She repeated the action on the other side, and lifted the garment from Bella's shoulders, leaving her clad from the waist up in just a skimpy fashion bra. Jen again lowered her lips to Bella's, and pulled out all the stops in her lovely, sensuous kissing technique, while reaching behind and unhitching the clasp of the brassiere. When it came lose, the straps fell from Bella's shoulders, and she found herself fully exposed from the waist up, in the arms if this powerful Amazon.
Jen exploited this by lifting a large hand to one of Bella's breasts and cupping it gently. Bella had perfect size-C breasts, not small by any means, but Jen's hand was large enough to all but completely contain first one, then the other soft mammary. She brought her other hand into play and, cupping both bouncy globes, lowered her lips to Bella's chest and began laying a trail of kisses across the tops of her breasts, in the deep valley between, around the sinuous curves of the undersides, up the sides, and spiralling around each nipple as the powerful yet gentle hands continued to knead and caress. Jen returned briefly to Bella's mouth for a quick tongue penetration, and then the woman's stiffened lips were on Bella's nipples, tugging at them dryly at first, then parting and taking the entire nipple and areola into her mouth. Then she went to work with tongue and teeth, tweaking, nibbling, lightly nipping, slurping loudly, sucking softly, then hard, then scraping her teeth across the puffy surface of Bella's areola, and then sucking some more.
Bella lay back and soaked up the stimulation to her breasts, happily thinking, "Wow! For an exploited grad student teaching assistant, Jen sure has found some time to perfect her nipple sucking techniques!" All of this tit action was sending urgent messages along the hotline that connected Bella's clit to nipple, and forgetting her resolution to be passive, her hands rose to the back of Jen's head, pulling the woman's face more tightly against her breasts.
Needless to say, Jen was getting very excited herself, and enjoyed doing the tit-sucking as much as Bella enjoyed receiving it. She was savouring the satisfaction of the hunter who has successfully completed the stalk and is preparing to go in for the kill. Also, not knowing that Bella was herself an experienced lesbian, the thrill of "popping a new girl's cherry" was adding profoundly to her excitement. Psychologically, the frazzled grad student was enjoying her moment of power over a beautiful but lowly-on-the-academic-pecking-order undergrad, especially this aloof "rich bitch" that dressed and acted like she thought she was better than all the rest of us "working stiffs." Mostly, though, she was just enjoying sucking Bella's lovely tits, and was looking forward to drinking in all the other pleasures the elegant young woman's body had to offer.