Summer Hire Ch. 02

Chapter 2

A New Resolution

She threw back the covers and scrambled out of bed. "Oh crap! The goddamn big deal donor's coming this morning." She rushed towards the bathroom, dodging piles of books and clothes on the floor. She yanked on the shower and sat on the toilet, while the hot water made its way up from the basement.

"Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap." Part of her university grant money was based on taking visitors around on 'make nice to important visitors' tours. Professor Gavin, the department chair, was going to be pissed off if she was late. Dr. Gavin was one of the few women running an Archeology Studies department at a major university. She was hell on anyone who might make her look bad, especially if the offender was a lowly first-year grad student.

Melissa hopped in the shower without flushing the toilet. The pipes in the old apartment building she lived in didn't like doing more than one thing at a time. Etiquette amongst the renters was to bang something metal on the pipes before you flushed. That way, anybody taking a shower on another floor could jump out of the water stream before getting scalded.

As the water sluiced over her, Melissa tried to organize her thoughts. Her suit was hanging in the closet; it should be fine. Her cream silk blouse was in the pile for the cleaners, but it wasn't too bad. She couldn't remember if she had any pantyhose, but it was summer and going bare-legged was still the style anyway. She was glad she had shaved her legs last night. Then she flinched as she remembered also shaving her mound smooth, and how well that had worked out.

She slammed off the water and hurried to finish getting ready.

Twenty minutes later, she was out the front door and rushing down the street. With traffic at this time of day, walking would be as fast as a bus or taxi, which is why she had shoved her heels in her backpack. She always thought sneakers and a business suit looked silly, but practical was more important right now. Sneakers would get her to Anson Hall much faster.

If she was lucky, she'd make it on time and Gavin wouldn't give her the infamous 'look'. Melissa thought it was astonishing that all of the grad students should be so intimidated by a short, overweight, middle aged woman, but every one of them lived in fear of Professor Gavin's wrath. Of course, the department chair had a major influence over their field assignments and the selection of professors to serve on their dissertation committee. Both those things could make or break a grad student.

Melissa also resented Dr. Gavin's picking her for VIP tour duty. She felt like decoration, meant to appeal to the mostly male visitors eyes and egos. While Melissa certainly didn't consider herself beautiful, she knew that compared to the other grad students, she knew she came out well ahead. Something about archeology seemed to attract stocky, frizzle-haired women. The two other women in her year were pleasant enough, but they didn't date much.

"Of course," Melissa reflected, "its not like my dating has made me any happier."

The male grad students weren't anything that got her excited either. The ones who weren't completely anti-social were nice guys, but none of them really clicked for her. She grimaced, "Guess they're not 'bad boy' enough... like that's been working for me."

Dating hadn't been very successful either, when she was an undergraduate, or even in the two years after graduation when she worked for the state environmental agency. Her love life had erratically veered between hooking up with exciting bad boys or plodding relationships with nice boys. The nice boys were boring and the bad boys inevitably turned out to be assholes. "Although generally not as quickly as last night", she thought, grimacing yet again.

She'd dated a couple of boys that her parents really liked. They were steady, smart, even handsome. But as much as she had wanted there to be something special, both times things just fizzled out. Sex was boring. They were boring.

"Maybe it's time to go back to girls?" In a drunken college moment during junior year, getting over yet another bad hooking-up experience, she'd found herself making out with another woman. Jill was one girls in her kayaking club. They wound up back at Jill's dorm room, sitting on her bed sharing a bottle of premixed Margaritas, complaining about how horrible college dating was.

Jill had launched into a diatribe about what awful kissers boys were. Melissa disagreed. With fond memories, she described how a guy she dated for awhile in high school would kiss her lightly along the contours of her neck, with small licks in the hollow of her collar bone and nibbles on her ear. As Melissa recalled his technique, she traced out a path on Jill's neck with her finger tips. Without any planned intention, a warm sense of arousal had quietly grown.

Breaking the tension, Jill giggled nervously and joked, "Yeah, well the best I ever had was..." Then she leaned over and planted a series of wet sloppy kisses on Melissa's neck.

"Eww, yech," Melissa cried out. She laughed uncontrollably and flailed drunkenly to escape Jill's tongue. They both collapsed backwards onto the bed in peals of laughter.

When they finally stopped laughing, Melissa looked over at Jill and said with mock sternness, "No, it's like this you silly little girl." Melissa turned over on all fours and instructed Jill, "Close your eyes and pretend it's Ryan."

Jill asked puzzled, "Ryan?"

"Yeah, you know, cute tight assed Ryan, president of the kayak club."

Jill smiled and then purred back, "Oh yeah, Ryan,". As ordered, she closed her eyes and snuggled in.

Melissa bent her head down and gently nuzzled Jill's neck, nibbling her way up towards her ear. A soft groan escaped Jill and she stretched out to expose more of her tender skin. Melissa allowed her eyes to close also, as she worked her way across Jill's brow, down the side of her nose, and down her cheek towards her lips.

She was still unsure if she was going to kiss Jill on the mouth when Jill unexpectedly turned her head and kissed Melissa directly on her mouth. Jill giggled softly and parted her lips, stroking her tongue along Melissa's lips. After a long moment's hesitation, Melissa opened her lips to accept Jill's tongue, and then then with surprising eagerness, pushed her own tongue into Jill's mouth.

For several minutes, they kissed one another, alternating between passionate fervor and gentle exploration, mutually marveling at the softness of kissing another woman. Finally Melissa broke contact to reposition herself from being on her hands and knees to lying down on top of Jill. Melissa's thigh came to rest firmly against the zipper of Jill's blue jeans. Jill sighed in appreciation, lifting her hips to bring herself more direct contact with Melissa's thigh. Jill wiggled gently against Melissa, seating her mound firmly against the woman above her.

Then Jill raised her thigh in turn, to press against Melissa. The skirt Melissa was wearing had bunched up near her waist and Jill's denim-clad leg came to rest directly against the wet cotton of Melissa thong. Jill could feel the dampness through her jeans. Melissa's thong was already soaked, as was Jill's. Melissa shifted position a little to rub herself up and down Jill's pant leg. Closing her eyes, Melissa found herself making small, desperate mewing sounds, which seemed to escape unbidden from her throat.

Melissa forced herself to pause, opening her eyes to look Jill in the face. She asked hesitantly, "Is it okay if I come?" Jill's broad smile was answer enough. Melissa lifted herself up to straddle Jill's leg and rode back and forth much more aggressively. Sooner than either of them expected, Melissa's panting turned into an animal growl of an especially intense orgasm.

As her last shudder subsided, Melissa slumped back down onto the bed.

Jill looked across the covers over at her, cocked an eyebrow, and mockingly chastised her, "Oh you're just a greedy little girl."

Melissa only smiled in return, nodding slowly in satisfied agreement. Jill reached out and stroked Melissa's face. Melissa closed her eyes and sighed. After a minute, she reached up to touch Jill's hand, grasping it in a soft squeeze. Melissa rolled over to face Jill, asking quietly, "Take off your clothes. I want to see you naked."

Jill hesitated a moment, then slipped from the bed to stand in the middle of her room. Looking directly into Melissa's eyes, Jill reached down to the hem of her tee shirt and pulled it up over her head. Melissa lazy smile expanded into a broad grin as she took in Jill's athletic, narrow hipped form. Her small breasts were jutting against a simple cotton bra. Jill reached around to unhook her bra, letting it drop to the floor. Her nipples were tight rose-colored buds on top of small, pale, swollen areola. Melissa sighed with deep satisfaction at the sight of Jill's revealed form.

Reassured, Jill's hands dropped to her waistband. She unsnapped her jeans and slowly drew down her down. With a mischievous grin, she shimmied her jeans down into a pile around her ankles. Stepping out of her jeans, Jill closed her eyes and she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her thong. She eased the damp scrap of cloth over her narrow hips where it fell past her lean legs and landed around her ankles on the floor.

Jill opened her eyes uncertainly, trying to gauge Melissa's reaction. She smiled as she found no cause for concern in Melissa's admiring gaze. Indeed, Melissa whispered, "God you're beautiful,", She held out a hand, "Come over here."

Jill crossed to the bed, unsure of where to sit. Melissa smiled encouragingly and said, "On top of me." Jill's eyes widened in surprise. Melissa reached up to Jill, drawing her down until Jill straddled Melissa's chest. Then Melissa shimmied herself down the bed to the point where she was looking up at Jill's recently trimmed mound. Lifting her head higher, Melissa swiped her tongue across Jill's inner thighs, evoking a shudder. Glimmering beads of moisture had gathered along the crease where Jill's soft, smooth labia joined.

Seeing such clear proof of Jill's arousal, Melissa reached up to Jill's hips and pulled her closer. Melissa drew her tongue lightly along that moistened line where Jill's swollen labia joined, and was rewarded by a shuddering gasp from Jill.

Pausing for a moment, Melissa drew her tongue back into her mouth to consider the taste. Jill had a pungent sweetness. It was similar, but different, from the times when Melissa had tasted her own juices while sucking on her partner's penis in the midst of making love.

Melissa lifted her head back to Jill's sex. More firmly now, she drew her tongue along the cleft between Jill's labia, teasing the cleft open. She was greeted by a gush of warm liquid, wetting Melissa's lips and chin. Undeterred, Melissa swept her tongue forward and up, circling around Jill's painfully erect clitoris. Gently, she flicked her tongue back and forth across the hood, then lapped upwards, easing the hood out of the way and exposing the pale bud of Jill's now throbbing clitoris. As gently as she could, Melissa took the tiny bud into her mouth and sucked on it. Jill exploded into a bucking orgasm, fluid pulsing out of her, coating Melissa's mouth and chin.

With a long moan, Jill slumped forward, still trembling.

Melissa laughed. She turned over, wiping away the wetness of her chin against one of Jill's splayed out legs. Melissa grinned up at Jill and said teasingly, "Guess I know what you like."



The next day, Melissa woke with a thick head and a dull headache from an almost-hangover. She was in her own bed, alone in her dorm room.

Melissa had avoided staying over in Jill's room, saying she needed to get up early for a class. The reality was that she was terrified to sleep over with Jill. She didn't know what she would say in the morning. She didn't know what she would feel in the morning.

Saying good bye last night, it was clear to Melissa that Jill had figured out that she didn't have an early class. Melissa could see Jill's hurt expression. Melissa wanted to reassure her, but she didn't know what to say that wouldn't be trite.

As the buzz of alcohol and arousal had worn off, a deep sense of shame and wrongness undermined Melissa's confidence. Saying goodbye, she felt frightened.

Walking back to her dorm, a furious sense of panic swept through her. "Was she a lesbian? What happened to getting married to the man of her dreams, living in a nice house outside the city, having kids?" Instead, an image stuck in her mind that horrified her. She saw herself thirty years in the future: an overweight middle aged lesbian sitting alone in a seedy dyke bar.

She angrily shook her head. "It was a fling. A drunk experiment. A stupid moment. I've liked guys all my life. That's not going to change just because I found out the idea of being with a woman doesn't totally gross me out. Besides, guys like girls that are a little bit bi... Yeah, sure, not that I'm ever going to tell anyone."

Jill texted her later that morning, "evrthng ok?"

Melissa texted back, "ok paper due. sorry busy c u ltr."

It was two days before they ran into each other in the dining hall. Melissa had a hard time meeting Jill's eyes, and that told both of them all they needed to know.

Almost three years later now, Melissa felt very ashamed of her reaction. She knew she had really hurt Jill. The intervening time had proven to her that this one experience hadn't instantly turned her into a man-hating radical lesbian. She knew her fear and shame with Jill had been misplaced.

But now faced with her continued failure in finding a successful relationship with a man, she wondered it was time to see what dating a woman might be like.

Rounding a corner, she saw Anson Hall across the green. Quickly checking her cell phone display, she was grateful that she had just time to stash her backpack and get to Professor Gavin's office.