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Teaching Jessica 1

The sun streamed through the tall, thick panes of glass to fall on half a dozen canvases in varying stages of completion. The angle of the late afternoon light set a diffuse golden tone in the high-ceilinged room that made the paint colors deeper and more intense. Haley glanced at her delicate watch, and then gave a final word of instruction to the young man standing before her.

"All right class, that will be it for the day. Good work everyone. Remember, the studio will be open for after-hours work on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Wednesdays beginning next week and running until the start of the exhibition." It was mid-fall in New Hampshire, a beautiful time of year when the trees were just starting to reach peak foliage color. Haley taught most of the advanced fine arts courses at the small, exclusive college nestled in the White Mountains. She was young for a professor, only 29, but had already achieved a measure of success in a few small galleries, and had recently been invited to join the faculty after receiving an advanced degree from a renowned school in Paris.

She glanced up at the row of offices lining the south wall of the room at the second story. Actually they were more like finely appointed cubicles, since there were no walls between them - nor even anything separating them from the painting studio. Of course, in the spirit of historic preservation, the buildings were not to be modified from their original configuration, so it was not really a surprise that some overflow administration functions had been squeezed in this way. Haley hadn't had the opportunity yet in her six weeks with the school to make her way up and see exactly what the offices were used for.

Suddenly a head appeared over the chest high wall that did double duty as a pseudo-privacy barrier as well as a safety rail marking the edge of the loft. Haley felt her chest tighten with excitement. It was a small blonde woman she had noticed only twice before. The blonde had long, wavy hair and piercing green eyes that sat behind an unusual and interesting pair of glasses. About 5'4", she had a petite frame that was always draped in fashionable clothing. Haley felt her thighs tingle when the blonde caught her gaze and waved her up. "I'm Jessica," she introduced herself simply once Haley found the stairway up. She held out a delicate hand with a perfect French manicure. Haley was surprised by the strength of her grasp as they shook hands. "Haley," she reciprocated. "I teach the upper-level fine arts courses here."

"I know," Jessica smiled with a row of beautifully white teeth. "I watch you a lot." Haley tried to mask her expression, but Jessica saw through the attempt and blushed, realizing that her wording sounded a bit strange. "I mean I watch your class a lot, and look at the paintings. When the Dean decided to open this row of offices over here, I jumped at the chance to get one of them. I just love art," she explained.

Haley was more used to being the leader in a conversation, but Jessica had definitely taken her by surprise. She flipped her own long, straight blonde hair back from her face and flashed Jessica a warm smile. "So what is it that you do here?" she asked. "I've been meaning to come take a look up here, but I'm always too busy." "I work in alumni relations," Jessica said, then gave Haley a short description of what that entailed. "Mostly, my day is spent on the phone or talking with people," she concluded. "I've only seen you in passing a couple of times before today," Haley noted.

Jessica nodded. "I host a number of events as part of the job, so I'm often out of the office or traveling." "That must be tough on your husband, if you're married," Haley ventured. She was digging for information, not having noticed a wedding band. Something about Jessica excited her very deeply, but she guessed it was too much to hope for that this stunning woman would be bisexual or a lesbian. "No, I'm not married," Jessica said wistfully.

"Boyfriend?"

A sour expression crossed Jessica's face. "If you can call him that, I guess." It was obvious that it was a sore subject, so Haley left it alone. Instead, she broached a new topic. "Say, those are great glasses!" Jessica smiled gratefully, both for the compliment and for being off the hook about the boyfriend subject. After a few more minutes of talking, she suggested that they get a bite to eat in town.

Later that night, after a few glasses of wine, platefuls of pasta, and copious amounts of giggling, Haley was lying in her bed. Or perhaps floating upon her sheets would have been more accurate. She was positively smitten. They had gotten along amazingly, soon talking like lifelong friends. The tingling in her cunt was still present, and growing more intense by the second as she reflected upon the evening. Soon Haley could feel a thin trickle of her honeyed juices slipping out of her gash to soak the hem of the nightgown she wore.

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