THE NUDES

The following story is a total fabrication. Nothing here is based on any real person or place. This story contains descriptions of sapphic love making.

THE NUDES

It was the last day of class for the school year. I had finally managed to lead my high school senior class through the intricacies of my advanced algebra class. My class was composed of only the most gifted senior students. To a person they all had performed flawlessly and all had already been accepted into a college or university. Our last day in class had begun with a short thank you speech from me as I gave each their final grade. I wished everyone luck in whatever endeavor they had planned and let them socialise for their final day in class. I was then distracted for the rest of the class by well wishers and tears of gratitude from some of my most gifted students, both male and female.

Suddenly I was alone. Another year, another stab at making my boys and girls into men and women and preparing them for the world that they would shortly enter into. I was so proud of my class. I started straightening my room and began packing my personal teaching aids into a cardboard box. I finally had the summer to look forward to. In a week I would be in a class myself in a state sponsored program all teachers were required to take to be recertified. In all honesty after fifteen years in the front of the classroom I was beginning to burn out. What with teaching a class for nine months then sitting for another two months on the other side of the desk then taking the last several weeks to prepare for my upcoming class.

‘Maybe I should take a year off and find myself,’ I wondered for the millionth time. ‘Maybe I should take a sabbatical, maybe travel somewhere warm and relaxing.’

I was almost finished cleaning the clutter from my desk when I noticed the large brown envelope. It had my name on it with a machine generated label and was sealed. Not really caring at this point what it contained I put the envelope on top of my box of supplies and took it to my car. When I returned to my room I gave it a quick once over and grabbed my purse, locked my room and left.

When I arrived at my home I quickly removed my conservative three quarter length skirt, short sleeve white blouse and jacket, low heels, panty hose, granny panties and industrial sized bra. I rubbed the strap marks under my 48DD girls to relieve the irritation of being cooped up all day. My girls loved to roam free but the constraints of a dress code at school kept them confined.

I had my bags packed and after a quick shower I would drive to my little cabin for three days of decompressing. The small one room log cabin had been given to me by my father before he moved to his new home in a retirement community in Florida. The cabin was in the foothills of the mountains of the North Carolina-Tennessee border area, very secluded and rustic. Structurally, it was well built but without any electricity or running water. Just what I needed to unwind and prepare for my summer class.

I was walking to my bathroom when I stopped in front of my full length mirror to check myself. At 6’ 1” I was tall for a woman but I wore my 190 lbs. very well I thought. Petite I was not though. I had found some gray hair recently so I had begun coloring my long hair to a rich naturally curly auburn color that matched my pubic hair. My boobs were large DD cups but even at 48’ they didn't look oversized and there was only a little noticeable sag. The shape had a noticeable ski slope shape, the areola was a dark chocolate color and my nipples looked like gumdrops perched on top when they were aroused. I pinched my nipples quickly to watch them puff up in arousal. Moving to my stomach, it was nearly flat and there was my only vanity, a navel piercing with a ½ carat diamond in the center of an 18 kt. gold heart, sparkled in the light. I looked further down to my trimmed pubic hair and smooth labia and thought once again of getting my clit hood pierced to match my navel piercing. ‘Not today,’ I thought to myself.

My hips were not too wide and still shapely and my butt was round and tight and with my frequent trips to the gym my legs still had no flab or loose skin. All in all for 36, although tall and big boned, I was happy with my shapely body. “Terry Murphy you look hot. So why can't you find a man,” I said out loud as I walked to my shower.

15 minutes later I was drying my hair and trying to decide if I wanted to wear a bra or not. I decided the girls needed to breathe and deserved some freedom to roam so I put a tight tank top, panties, shorts and sneakers on. I still needed to bring my classroom supplies in so I grabbed my suitcase and went out to my jeep to swap it for my box.

I was back inside when I noticed the large brown envelope I found on my desk. Curious as to the contents I sliced the top open and pulled out a sheaf of colored pencil drawings. Each drawing was of a nude woman.

The woman was obviously me.

I gasped in alarm as I quickly thumbed through the stack of drawings. They were all of me in my classroom in different teaching poses. I was naked in every one. Most were me standing at the board, either showing my back or facing the class but some were of me sitting at my desk with just my tits showing. In a few I was sitting on my desk with my legs spread showing my pussy. I quickly closed my eyes in denial then opened them to gaze at my own face with my eyes and mouth open, apparently saying something mathematical in my classroom.

“Who could have done these and why give them to me? And why now?” I said to myself. I quickly shoved the drawings back into the envelope, grabbed my purse and locked my door as I left for my cabin.

I was quite frankly alarmed at the contents of the envelope. Should I report this to the school board? The police? Ignore it? Should I try to find the artist? To what end? They were long gone by now I suspected. Off to their college or university. Most families took their vacations now and would probably be going out of town shortly. Whoever drew these poses would have their careers possibly ruined. How could I identify the artist?

I suddenly thought of myself. What of my career? Would the authorities blame me for this? There had been many instances in the news of teachers having sex with their students in the last few years. Would I be suspect too? I was a 36 year old single woman. While I never considered myself beautiful, I had been subjected to harassment on occasion by some horny male faculty member with an overly large ego and probably a little dick. Could this be payback for my refusal to play around? With whom? I hadn't had any problems in a few years since the school board instituted the current strict anti-harassment policy.

The more I thought about it the more questions I had so I tried to put the subject out of my mind for now and just enjoy the drive. This could wait.

It was still early evening when I arrived in the last small town before the mountain road to my cabin. I had planned on fueling my jeep and getting enough food supplies for my stay here because the added food bags would severely cramp the available space in my little jeep. With no refrigeration and only a few days stay I could only buy canned, dry or something I prepared then ate quickly so I put a shortlist together and left the quicky mart with only a few bags.

Evening found me roasting hot dogs over an open fire and eating whole wheat sun chips. Since I wouldn't be driving I planned on opening a bottle of the local wine while I decided what to do about the drawings. I scored a six pack of locally brewed brown ale also and it was cooling in the small stream next to my cabin as I cooked my simple meal over the open fire. Tomorrow I would move my cooking indoors after inspecting my cabins wood cook stove for varmints.

Morning found me brewing coffee, eggs and bacon over the open camp fire once again. Having satisfied my hunger I stripped naked and washed up in the cold water of the stream before tackling the move into the cabin. The cabin only needed a quick sweep and check for varmints and spiders then dusting before I moved into my little home. I put my bedding away and prepared a fire in the cook stove before settling down for some serious thought.

I had a beautiful summer day ahead so I poured the last of my coffee and removed the contents of the envelope once again.

I picked up the top sheet and studied the 8 1/2” by 11” drawing. The artwork was surprisingly life like for a pencil sketch. My facial expressions almost photographic quality and the colors of my hair, lips and overall skin tone were surprisingly accurate. The only thing not accurate was what the artist couldn't see, as in under my clothes.

In the first drawing I had a full pubic bush and my outer labia hung down loosely. My outer labia had always been puffy and tight, my inner labia had always tucked in tight and never hung loose. In the drawing my clit was extended like a little penis and mine had always been small and always hidden by its hood. A tribal tattoo surrounding my upper left thigh was pure artistic license as I had no tattoos at all. My breasts were much smaller than in real life and the areola much larger and lighter, my nipples in the drawing were small and pointed. My areola in real life was about the size of a half dollar and a dark chocolate brown. Because of the size and shape of my breasts my areola was slightly oval. My real nipples were large and round like little gumdrops. Over all the drawing looked like a life-like image of my head and hands on someone else's body. I also noted that the drawing was dated. The first day of the school year.

I put the first drawing aside and picked the second one up. The artist chose another frontal view. This one was similar to the first but I had small gold rings in the piercings in my nipples and clit hood and the tribal tattoo was on my upper right thigh. I also had earrings. I never wore earrings in class. I did notice the details of my pubic region was much more detailed. I could make out each individual pubic hair. The clitoris was much smaller but still extended making the clit piercing look larger.

I put this one down and picked up the first drawing of my backside. In this one my ass was much slimmer than in real life. I actually liked my ass in the drawing better than my real life ass. I giggled to myself at my comparison. My pubic hair was peeking through my labial gap and ass crack. I also had a tramp stamp tattoo above my ass and a butterfly on my shoulder. The artist must have a fetish for tattoos.

The succeeding drawings had similarities to the first three. The piercings changed as well as the tattoos. The detail was amazing. In every one I had a full bush until I got to the drawing of me sitting on my desk.

In this drawing my legs were spread and my feet were flat on my desk. I had a totally shaved pubis. My outer labia was extended showing my inner labia, pussy and asshole. There seemed to be a small puddle under my pussy. The clit was extended like the first drawing. Moving up to my breasts, there was the first words. On my right breast it said cum, on the left was slut.

Cum slut.

My face was scrunched up in the artist's version of my cum face.

Most of the rest of the drawings were variations of these examples. The one exception was the last day of class. In this drawing I was squatting on top of my desk again with my legs spread. I was wearing a pair of high heels and nothing else. My right hand was pulling a nipple. My left hand was rubbing my clit. My pussy and my pubic mound were totally bare. On the desk top was a puddle of fluid under my dripping labia, supposedly from my orgasm. The expression on my face was almost a pained expression, again the artist rendition of my cum face.

By the time I finished the drawings it was mid day and I was hungry.so I finished the perishable hot dogs and chips. The stack of drawings were never far from my thoughts though. I was concerned enough with the idea that a student had studied my physical self to the point of such accuracy. Not counting the hidden assets the details of my face and hands was amazingly lifelike and accurate. The imagination that was displayed with my body and the tattoos and piercings was amazing also. The clit and nipple piercings in particular gave me a visual on how they would look on me. I giggled at the thought of having my nipples and clit pierced to match the renditions. I certainly knew what visuals to expect after seeing myself now.

All thoughts of my jewelry aside, I knew that no matter who the artist was, I could possibly get into some serious trouble with any possible allegations. I was a mid-thirties, never married, relatively attractive woman. I had never considered how that must look to society but the fact that I didn't date might give some people the impression that I would be interested in their sons or daughters. The fact that I had dabbled into some Sapphic loving in my long ago college years could possibly come to light if an investigator dug into my past deep enough. I had also dated a few men in college but I found them to be the older but still immature pussy hounds that I had left in high school, so I just didn't date much. Even after I started my teaching career the southmoric male attitudes and constant pressure to date, even some of the married staff, had been daunting. The innuendos of my sexuality had been almost a daily affair until I filed a formal complaint with the school board. They then crafted a much more stringent sexual harassment policy and the comments and innuendos had ended..

So, even though I was totally innocent of any wrongdoing, I would probably be convicted by the jury of public opinion and my career would probably come to a screeching halt, or at the very least be severely damaged.

What should I do? Change careers? Take that sabbatical I had been considering? Act like nothing had ever happened and try to go on with my teaching career? I was a good teacher. I prided myself in the fact that every student I had ever had went on to a successful career. Even though I only taught the most gifted seniors and only one class, I considered their success mine also.

The fact was that one of the hormonally challenged 17-18 year old students I so enthusiastically identified with had seen me in a much different light than the others. That person held my career in their hands. If I proactively changed school systems I had no guarantee that, in this age of the internet, any allegations wouldn't follow me and my career would not continue to advance.
What to do, what to do.

*****

I put the drawings away and decided to not let the problem ruin my little time off. I had only a few days to unwind before I would be back into the classroom myself as a student. I decided to start with some exercise so with my morning well under way I got my walking cane out and went for a brisk walk. The early summer day was bright without a cloud so I walked quickly up the mountain road to a public hiking trail. The trail was one that I had often used and as I knew most of the locals I felt safe. The morning air cleared my mind of any troubles as I kept my pace up. The wildlife sightings were spectacular as I neared the apex of my usual hike. The big flat stone that was usually my turn around point also doubled as a resting point while I ate an energy bar and drank half of my water. I once again considered my problem with the nude drawings. Not having come to any conclusion, I once again entered the trail and headed back to my cabin.

The morning exercise was a great time for introspection. I was a mid 30s advanced math teacher in a school system that met my financial needs but I had to file a formal complaint to get the sexual harassment to stop. Shouldn't someone have seen the level of harassment and proactively dealt with it for the sake of the female staff? Is this the life I wanted for myself? Did I want to teach at all anymore?

I considered my personal situation also. At my age I was getting to the point in my life when most women were married and had families. Some girls from my high school class had been married for 16-17 years and had teens of their own in high school. I was still struggling with bad dates in which the guy just wanted some pussy. I quickly thought of the few dates I had gone on through the years and for the first time I realized that none had excited me to the point that I wanted to continue any type of relationship.

Was I gay?

I tried to remember my college years, more specifically the time I spent with my girl. I liked to think of it as my Sapphic period. I was only 20 when I had my first experience. My first roommate/lover was an 18 year old freshman and had been a hot little blonde haired, green eyed cheerleader in high school. She instantly became a party girl after entering college. Her name was Sylvia Maven.

The room assignments usually paired an older student, I was a junior, with a freshman. By the time I graduated she would be the mentor.

She had been this perky little high school cheerleader. She was very pretty with long lush blonde hair, big tits and a tight bubble butt. She was a virgin until her high school prom and had been considered a good girl back in her hometown. She probably was a good girl when she left home but when she arrived at our college she blossomed into a total round heeled slut. She had almost immediately started dating and having sex with any sports jock she could entice between her legs. Black, White, Hispanic, tall, short, big dick, small dick. It didn't matter to her. It seemed like she wanted to fuck anyone involved in sports and was trying them all.

She had been my first and only Sapphic experience.

One night after a bad date she came into our room crying and I could tell she was drunk or high or both. Between sobs, she told me about how much of an asshole her date had been and how men were pigs and wanted only one thing.

“All they want is to fuck me,” she said. “I want someone to make love to me for once in my life. Someone to hold me and kiss me and think of my needs and wants. Tell me Terry why can't any guy just romance me. Kiss me and hold me? What's wrong with me?” She was blubbering and tears had ruined her mascara. Black lines were running down her cheeks. She moved over and sat on my bed where I had been studying for a calculus test.

“Listen sweetie, first off you are a beautiful, sexy woman. But that's a two edged sword in your case. Because you are so beautiful, all the guys want to fuck you. That's a known fact of life. Your problem is you never say no. You let them into your panties without making them work for it. Let me ask you, how many dates have you been on where he doesn't get into your pussy? Hmmmm? How many times have you said no when he puts his hands on your big titties? Did you ever push someone away? No? I think that's your answer. They only work hard enough to get what they want. Once you give it up there is no challenge anymore. You become a punch board to them. The village bicycle. A sure thing. Resort lay. If they don't have a date by Friday they call you as a last resort because you are easy. Do you understand what I'm saying?”

“Yeah I think so but what do I do now? I've already ruined my reputation here. How can I find someone if they are used to me saying yes? Terry I love sex but I want him to at least like me first. I don't mind having sex with someone on a date but I don't want to be the village bicycle anymore.”

I looked closely at my roommate. She was a hot mess. Her makeup was ruined. Her beautiful blonde hair was mussed up and I thought I could see several flecks of something, probably cum, in her blonde locks. Her clothes had been hurriedly put on after what was probably her last sexual encounter. Her bra was missing and judging by the scent coming from her pubic area, she was probably leaking her lover's cum on my bed.
I wasn't really looking for a lover and hadn't ever considering a female for sex but suddenly I wanted this pretty little cum slut. Don't ask me why but I reached over and lifted her short denim skirt.

“Where are your panties?” I said.

She looked down, embarrassed, and said, “I don’t wear them on dates. The guys like to keep them for souvenirs and I'm used to taking them off anyway sooo.”

“You stink of cum. Go into the bathroom and shower. I want you to clean every square inch of your body including inside your pussy. Wash your hair and use the hand held sprayer to flush every bit of cum that's inside you out. Brush your teeth and use mouthwash. I want you squeaky clean. When you think you can pass inspection I want you to lotion yourself then come back to me. Got it?” I said in my most authoritative tone.

“Yes mam.” she said while getting off my bed. I was right. She left a wet spot that had to be cum on my blanket.

When she left the bathroom 45 minutes later she had morphed into a sexy big tittied sex kitten. She had washed, dried and lotioned herself and I could smell her hair that was freshly washed and the scent of her body wash and lotion. She had put a knee length nightgown on and was otherwise as I told her to present herself. We had both seen each other naked several times so I knew what her body looked like under her nightgown.

“Come here,” I said. She slowly moved to the side of my bed and sat. While she was cleaning herself I had put my study materials away and turned all the lights off except the small lamp on my night stand. I was naked under my blanket in the hopes that we could, that I could, entice her with some loving. To be honest here I was horny myself. It had been way too long for me.

“You asked me what I thought was wrong with you and I told you. Tell me what you are going to do about it now.” I asked her.

“I don't know what to say. I love sex and if I tell these guys no from now on how will I get any? They will find someone else that's easy like me if I start making them work for my pussy. Won't that be counter productive? Besides that, I don't know if I can say no to someone with a nice hard dick. I love sex but I also want respect.” She was tearing up again.

I knew this would be difficult for her but as I watched her I saw a glimmer of hope emerge as she said, “Would you help me Terry? I want to have the respect that I had when I was in high school and growing up. I was somebody then and tonight I wasn't that person anymore. Tonight I was just another round heeled slut for some guy. Is there some way for me to be that good person again?”

‘This might not be so hard after all,’ I thought.

“I don't know Sylvia. If you are willing to give up dating these sports jocks we might be able to change you. But first you have to change yourself inside. You have to tell yourself that you are better than that cum slut that I have known since we have been rooming together. The slut that I saw tonight that had some guys cum leaking out of her pussy and in her hair while she was crying about losing her self respect. You are better than that slut. And tonight we will begin your healing. I don't know if this is the right way to go about this but tonight I want you to tell me in your own words that you are a young beautiful woman that wants to be loved, not just fucked. You must look into yourself and decide for yourself that you deserve respect. You have to believe in yourself and only then can you demand respect. Go ahead and tell me your feelings baby.”

“Terry, tonight I feel like I have hit bottom in my life. I went out on a date with an asshole from our football team that didn't love me or respect me. I don't think that he even liked me but he wanted to fuck me and I let him. I let him abuse me for his own enjoyment. You are right. I am a beautiful woman that deserves the respect that I feel that I want. Terry suddenly I feel empowered. I promise that with your help I will be a changed woman.”

She moved to my bed and sat near my head. “Thank you baby. You are such a good friend.”

She moved over and looked into my eyes. She was searching my face for something. I don't think she knew what she was searching for.

“Terry can I kiss you? I'm not a lez but I feel closer to you than anyone else I've ever known.”

I reached up and pulled her to my lips. The kiss was slow and tender. She wasn't aggressive like most of the boys I had kissed in the past. Her tongue was suddenly at my lips and I opened my mouth to accept this beautiful troubled woman's’ kiss. We stayed like that, just getting to know each other when I felt her hand move to my face. Her fingers slowly went to my cheek, then moved to my ear and then she found that special spot behind my ear. I shivered then moaned when she found my hotspot. She seemed surprised at my reaction. The kiss stopped suddenly and she moved back. I could see the desire in her eyes.

“Will you make love to me Terry, please? I don't know how to do this with another woman but I think we can figure it out. I already know one hotspot of yours,” She said with a giggle.

“Take your nightgown off and slide in with me.” I told her.

When she stripped I could see her curvy shape but what stood out was her big breasts in the dim light. They were large and rounded. Probably DD or larger. If she had been older I would have suspected that she had had breast implants but not with someone in their late teens. Her pointed nipples stood out from an areola that must have been three inches across. There was several bruises and bite marks on her breasts and neck from her sexual encounter earlier tonight. I noticed the large v shaped patch of blonde fuzz that marked her pubis. I knew from seeing her naked several times that she shaved her labia but her pubic hair was full and long above her lips. My mouth suddenly watered as she slid into my bed and faced me.

We were face to face for several heartbeats. Each of us searching the other's face. When we moved together again, our breasts touched at the same time as our lips did. I couldn't have stopped what was about to happen if I wanted to. And I certainly didn't want to stop.

We made love then. She was very energetic and eager, suddenly willing to do everything we could think of. I wanted to take it slow but when she started she was a total sexual being. We licked each other in all the right places that night. Her pussy was so sweet, her juices were fresh and somewhat sweet tasting. It's hard to describe the taste of a good clean aroused pussy to anyone that has never tried it but suffice to say I loved it. I was actually the first person to perform cunnilingus on her. No other boy would even try it. Every time she had suggested it to a boy they said she was nasty down there. She wasn't nasty. So we spent the weekend discovering each other's likes and dislikes. We did it all. My breasts and clit we're raw and tender by Monday morning class. Sylvia told me that she loved me by Sunday night..

We were a couple after that night. Sylvia was able to turn down several dates with the assholes that had been fucking her. Her favorite turn down was that she had found someone to treat her like a woman, not like a slut. As she predicted, the dickheads in the sports program soon found other more willing sluts to fill their beds.

Sylvia and I coexisted in bliss for the remainder of my college years. She learned that when she demanded respect from men, they gave it to her. She never dated a boy after we became a couple until…..

I was in the midst of studying for my finals and only a month from graduating when she came to me after class and said, “Can we talk, Terry?”

I knew that something had been bothering her lately. She was nervous and fidgety. Her eyes wouldn't stop moving.

“Sure baby we can talk about anything,” I said.

“Terry I love you with all my heart but you will be graduating soon and I still have two more years. I think I want to start dating again, if that's ok with you.” I had been thinking those same thoughts and I knew that Sylvia would want to date when I left school. Our relationship had morphed into a blistering love affair and I was worried that she would relapse into her old habits but I needn't have worried.

“I have a friend in my English class. He has asked me out several times and I have turned him down because of our relationship. But he is in between girlfriends now and you will graduate this sem…”

“Do it baby,” I interrupted her.

“Do what Terry?” she asked.

“You have my permission to date him. Actually I never expected you and I to be exclusive but I was happy that we were. I wouldn't change a thing that we have done but I knew from the beginning that we couldn't be a couple forever. I think you miss dating men but I want you to promise me on your very soul that you don't become that round heeled cum slut that you used to be. I know how much you love sex but your dignity comes first. If he can't treat you like a queen then he isn't worth dating and certainly not marriage material.” Her face suddenly showed the relief that she felt.
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“Thank you baby, thank you. You have nothing to worry about though. He is a really nice guy. All the girls he has dated said that he is really polite on a date. He is nothing like those sports jocks I used to date. He always treats his dates with respect and never pressures them for sex. He is kind of a nerdy guy so I might have to lead him to my pussy and train him some but I think I'm up to the challenge now.”

I suddenly blinked a tear away as my heart broke but this was like tearing a band aid away quickly. It only hurt for a while.

“When will you be going out with him baby? Will we be breaking up now or, what?” I said as a tear started down my cheek.

“No Terry, you don't understand. If I start dating men that's one thing, but you and I are forever, baby. Even after I'm married and fucking my husband or having his babies, I will never stop loving you. We will continue being a couple unless he insists on us being exclusive. Actually if I don't bring the subject up, he may never know about us and our past, and besides he might not be the one. Just the first one.”

And that's how my one and only Sapphic experience ended. With a broken heart. I loved that troubled girl. But I was young and had my own life to look forward to. We parted as friends and lovers when the semester ended and I moved home. We promised that we would stay in touch once I found work and we did for a few years. Sylvia made good on her promise to me that she would keep her legs glued shut unless the man was worth giving it up for. She didn't tell me what happened with her love life after we broke up and I can't say that that first guy after me was ‘the one’ but I think he was just ‘the first one’ as Sylvia had predicted.

******

I sat outside with my campfire on my last day of my mini vacation. My muse had left me with a depressing sadness suddenly. I quickly wondered where Sylvia was now. Was she happy? Was she in bed sleeping with her husband's cum leaking from her pussy? Had her libdeo matured and slowed in the last fifteen years?

And then I wondered, did she ever think of me?

In the morning, I closed my little cabin up and started for home. Suddenly I felt dirty and wanted a shower. The daily washing in the cold stream had gotten rid of the days sweat but not much else so, after packing my things into my jeep I headed down the mountain and I hurried to my home with it's hot water and my scented body wash.

It was late in the evening and I was relaxing after my long hot shower. I was wearing just a thin wrap in my kitchen listening to some old music from my teen years when I thought of the drawings again. I had briefly put the things out of my mind while I unwound up at my rural cabin but I knew I would have to deal with them eventually. I briefly considered shredding and then disposing of them in the garbage but quickly decided not to. Someone had spent hours on them and had wanted me to have them. Why? I wondered. I didn't have any kind of special relationship with any of my students. Certainly not anything sexual, and these drawings were very sexually explicit so they were definitely sexual in nature. But why give them to me anonymously? No note of explanation, no demands, nothing. I pulled the drawings out of the envelope once again and studied them. I suddenly noticed my eyes. The color was wrong. I had brown eyes. In every drawing they were blue. Was that intentional? Or just artistic license? I put the drawings away and went to my bedroom.

As I readied myself for bed I had a burning desire. I wanted sex. Hard nasty sex. I wanted to orgasm over and over in my faceless lover's arms. I thought back to my last date with a man. Had it been so long? Over five years? I hadn't had penetrative sex with a man since that brief affair. We dated only a few weeks and then he stopped calling me. He actually avoided my calls until I decided that there wasn't any spark between us anyway.

My job finally took over until the harassment started at school and my attitude towards men went south. My point here was that men, and romances with men, went to the bottom of my list of needs for years.

But tonight I wanted to fuck. I wanted some superficial, anonymous, dirty, nasty, pounding sex. But there was only one problem, I didn't know anyone I could call for just a ‘booty call’. No one wanted a tall big tittied, big assed amazon of a woman. Like me. So I pulled out my ‘BOB’, my battery operated boyfriend. He never said no, ejactulated prematurely or stopped before I was ready to stop. My almost perfect mate. His only problem was that he sucked at foreplay and post orgasmic cuddling which I loved. I put fresh batteries in him and fucked myself into four orgasms before I finally fell into a deep sleep with tears of loneliness running down my face.

Morning found me rested and in student mode. I needed to register for my summer class to be recertified for the upcoming school year. It was a misconception that teachers have summers off and get paid for the entire year. I spend summers in class when I'm not the teacher.

I was at the point in my career though when normal women would be taking care of their own families in the summer. The only family I had was my retired father and he had a caretaker in his retirement village. Her name was Helen and she wasn't my mom. I talked with both of them from time to time. I always had the impression that once I left home, my father didn't want to be bothered with me.

My mom had died of cervical cancer when I was only ten. My father was some type of businessman. I never knew what he did exactly but I never wanted for anything. We had help at home, a cleaning service came three times a week to do things like laundry and clean our home and combination cook and butler. I never had to lift a finger to help around our home and it wasn't until I entered college that I had to do even the simplest of domestic chores for myself. Honestly, I wished many times that I had someone like a nanny to mentor me in the most basic things that I needed. As a young teen, my father had tried to raise me himself but he never got it right. When puberty hit me and I had my first period at eleven I was totally lost and terrified. My father bought a box of sanitary napkins and a book on puberty written by some old guy that told me what was happening in clinical terms inside my body. By the time I was twelve I had grown taller and I had breasts and hips of a grown woman but still the mind of a young teen. My classmates in the sixth grade made fun of me because I looked different but my father told me to ignore them. When I was thirteen I probably could have walked into any bar without being carded but I was still just a k** inside. I just kept growing. I was so ashamed of my body that was filling out hideously, I thought, until I graduated with honors from high school.

I had grown to 6’, my breasts were 40DD. I was as tall as some of the boys and more buxom than any other girl in my class.

Fortunately I was also gifted in my mind. Math was always an easy subject so I breezed along through high school and I never got a grade less than an A. When I left high school my father made sure I went to the best college. He had chosen Cornell University. When I entered Cornell I was finally challenged academically. I struggled in my freshman year but with the struggle I found strength. As I saw some of my fellow freshman struggle and fail, I found that I could pass if I ignored the opposite sex and dating. I was there after all to get an education, not to find a boyfriend or husband. My grades in my first semester were barely above a C but I was driven to succeed so with only a few dates with boys I survived my freshman year with only a 3.0 GPA. That was unacceptable to me so I didn't take any summers off. I chose to stay in school throughout the summer breaks when most people took their vacations. My roommates ignored me and until my encounter with Sylvia, outlined above, I was almost always studying for a class.

******

Now I was almost 36 and in class once again.

The first few weeks it was the same old same old. New laws had been written to combat harassment in school. Also new laws had been passed concerning the increasing issue with student/teacher sexual situations. How to deal with overactive hormonally challenged teens. I learned that there had been problems reported in grades as low as the 5th-6th grades. I was appalled. I had no idea the problem was so pervasive. This brought up my problem with the nude drawings that someone had bequeathed me. What should I do with them? What to do? What to do?

I was nearly done with ‘Summer School’ when I was asked out by one of the other students. His name was Clint. He said he was recently separated from his wife. He was only thirty, maybe 5’ 11 ``with a nice slim body, sort of ruggedly handsome but I noticed a few greying hairs and commented on them one day during a break.

“All of the men in my family had gone totally grey by their forties,” He replied.

I told him that he was starting to achieve a distinguished look before his time. He laughed at my comment and we started to chat more frequently. We had coffee several times when I mentioned that I loved the Starbucks cappuccinos so he suggested several coffee dates. We exchanged life stories and he told me that his wife of seven years had become cold and distant several years before and he suspected that she might be having an ongoing affair with her boss. They had discussed a divorce and had compromised on a trial separation instead. He said that he hadn't had any contact with his wife in two months.

I honestly wasn't looking for a lover. ‘BOB’ was taking care of my love life to my satisfaction but I knew something was missing. It came to me one day while I was driving home after one of our coffee dates.

I needed romance. No one had ever pursued me for romance. I had given my virginity away before I met Sylvia but the episode had been a short, painful experience to me. When the guy had finished fucking me he took me back to my dorm room and I never heard from him again.

Clint seemed different. He didn't seem especially forward or pushy. I thought that he wasn't like the boys from college or even the immature men that I worked with. He seemed very laid back and I was comfortable when I was with him. I was concerned by his marital situation but if he was headed for divorce anyway maybe I could overlook it.

As I entered my house I decided that if Clint ever asked me out I would date him.

I wanted to study some material on our states new laws concerning teacher/student sex when I booted my old desk top computer. I had a laptop but used it for work mostly and my desk top was my preferred search tool. After I finished my research I had a thought. I quickly entered Clints name in the search bar and was directed to several different search apps. I chose one and had to give a credit card to proceed and when completed I was given the lowdown on my friend Clint.

He was married for the second time. That was news. Her name was Camille and there was a picture of a very pretty, petite, and very black woman. I jotted her phone number and address. There was no mention of any separation or pending divorce. To all outward appearance they lived together. I was suddenly very suspicious of my friend Clint. Was I just going to be another notch on his bedpost? Were they really separated or was he smoothly feeding me a line just to fuck me. Was that all I was to the men of the world? Another fuck? Another conquest to brag about to his friends at the bar?

I was suddenly depressed again. I wanted someone to hold me. I thought of Sylvia and our two year love affair. Was I destined to be alone while people like her and Clint had success in their love life?

I shut my computer down and took a long hot shower. I masterbated while in my shower but I wasn't sexually satisfied when I finished. If anything the feelings were more intense. I had never gone to bars or clubs to pick up a man and I didn't want to start now so with a heavy unfulfilled feeling I went to bed with my BOB.

******

While I slept my world shifted and changed forever.

It was 4:30 AM when my phone rang. A hospital near my father's retirement community was on the line asking me if I was Terry Murphy and if my father was named Frank. When I acknowledged who I was, the person on the line said that my father had been admitted. He had had a massive stroke and was on life support at the moment. There was a woman with him now, (Helen), but she was not a relative and couldn't make any medical decisions for him. They wanted to know if my father had something called an advanced directive in place. If not, did I want to continue life support since I was his only relative of record. Honestly, at that point I was in shock as well. My father, my last living relative, was dying. Or possibly dead for all practical purposes. I had to have a moment to say goodbye at the very least so I told the woman where I was and that I would be on the first plane down to them. I asked her to keep him on life support until I got there. I jumped up and with tears running down my cheeks I quickly packed a bag with my essentials. I could buy whatever I forgot to pack. My father was dying.

******

The days ran together endlessly for over a week. He held on until I was able to tearfully say goodby to the man that had dispassionately raised me from that *********** so long ago. He might be considered to be a bad parent by some but to me he was the only parent I ever had. My mother was a distant memory. I had no siblings or cousins left alive that I knew of. I was alone once again. How I made it through those days was a miracle in itself. My father had, gratefully, made all his own arrangements. Helen was a godsend. She made sure that everything went smoothly and with the precision of a general she guided me through the grief process. Finally my father was put to rest and all I needed to do was sign a lot of papers. After the funeral Helen and I were able to relax with some tasty wine that she provided at their condo. She excused herself and said that she had something to show me. I was very mellow at that point and wondered what she could show me that I didn't already know of. I thought I knew everything about my father. Turns out that I was wrong.

Helen came out with a large manila envelope. I opened it and there inside was a sheaf of papers and a smaller envelope.

“Open the small envelope before you look at the rest. It's a letter from your father Terry.”

I thought my tears had dried up before. They started again.

“Would you like more privacy? I can leave you alone if you wish.”

I looked up at this slightly overweight seventy year old woman that had quickly become my friend.

“No please stay. Do you know what is in here?”

“Only some of it. He wrote the letter several years ago when he was taking care of his final wishes. He wanted the letter to be private so I gave him that.” she had a tear running down her cheeks as she spoke.

I opened the envelope that held my father's last words to me it said:

My dearest daughter Terry,
How the years have changed you. I know I haven't told you often enough but you, my dear, are my proudest life accomplishment.

When your mother died I was suddenly alone and tasked to raise a young lady with no help. I was woefully unprepared and I should have found someone to help me raise you but I didn't. I couldn't. After all, I was still in love with my wife. Then suddenly you were about to enter your teens. That is the hardest time in a young girls life and trust me it's no picnic for a single father either. You surprised me though. You showed me a strength, maturity and character that I couldn't imagine in one so young. When you entered puberty I was once again at a loss as to how I would deal with a young lady's issues. I apologize for the way I handled it. You must have been hurt when you had all of the normal questions and I responded by giving you a book to read but you were so independent by then that I felt totally inadequate as a parent.

After that period ;) in your life was over you were the easiest c***d to raise ever. Up until you left for Cornell you required very little guidance. I wanted you to be challenged so that's why I chose Cornell but then I suddenly was afraid that I set the bar too high for you when your grades started to flounder but you surprised me once again. You just seemed to thrive with the pressure.

Again you needed no guidance as you found a way to surpass my hopes for you. When you graduated, you spent no time relaxing and quickly found your place in life. While your career choice isn't the most lucrative, it was your choice and once again you thrived in the challenge of filling young people's minds with your knowledge.

I can't take much credit for who you are but I do look at the person that you have become with pride.

In closing, I want you to know my dear Terry that you have always been one of two women in my life that I truly love with all my heart and soul. I met my soulmate in your mother and with you reading this letter, I know that I am once again with her.
Your ever loving father,
Frank Murphy

There was a second page.

Now that mushy stuff is over I want you to carefully look over these documents that I have included in this packet. They are documents that transfer ownership of my wealth to you. There are several brokerage accounts and two offshore accounts. I have set up a meeting with an attorney for you to go over everything so all you need to do is call her and set up a time. Don't worry about introductions, she knows you will be calling her soon.

I also have taken care of Helen so you don't have to worry about her financially. She already had her own money but I felt that I had to leave her with a small gratuity.

There was no signature to the second page but I was sure that my father had written it.
I put his letter back in the envelope and took the sheaf of documents out. Quite frankly I had never been a money person so I couldn't decipher what they meant so after a cursory look I put everything back in the manila envelope.

Helen took that moment to hand me a tissue for my eyes and said, “Please be careful with these papers. Frank has been able to leave this earth as a wealthy man. A very wealthy man. You hold the key to his gift to you. He wanted you to be as independent as possible so he never let you know of his worth and even I as his accountant didn't know everything. I suspect that when you meet with his attorney all shall be revealed as they say. Now we both need to talk to his lawyer so why don't I call right now and we can deal with this last bit of business.”

Helen dialed a number and introduced both of us. The person on the line asked a few simple questions then made appointments for Helen and myself. Helen would meet with her the next day so she needed to make arrangements to fly to New York soon. I on the other hand needed to finish my class to be recertified so my appointment was for the Monday following the last day of class, a week away. Helen and I shared a long and tearful goodbye and then I left her condo. The woman had literally taken over my heart since my father's death and I knew I had a friend and confidant for as long as she was with us.

There was nothing else keeping me in Florida so I packed my bags and called for a flight that night. Fortunately there was a flight scheduled but only first class tickets were available so I gulped at the added cost and gave the airlines my information over the phone. At the time I didn't realize that I could have afforded to charter a flight for myself but old habits are hard to break.

A week later on a Friday I received my recertification and was good to go for the following school year. My appointment for the attorney wasn't until the following Monday so since my life was humming along I thought a weekend of shopping might be in order. I had made reservations at the Manhattan Hilton and had my bags packed at home. I was walking to my jeep when Clint intercepted me. I had avoided him for two weeks. I told him that I was still grieving over my father's death and wouldn't be good company. Now with class over there was no way to avoid the inevitable. He hailed me as I was unlocking my car door.

“Terry are you just going to leave without at least saying goodbye? I had hoped that we were better friends than that.” he seemed a bit off.
“Clint, your right. I had hopes that we were better friends also. But we're not. I had you checked out. You aren't separated from your very pretty wife. In fact you are still living with her. So why don't we just leave it at that. Go home and make love to her. Forget that you know me. If you call me or harass me I will call the police and then I will call Camille. Is that clear?”

His face went white as death as he sputtered and choked on his words. I think I had blindsided him with my admonishment.

“What, um where did, who did…”

“Good by Clint,” I said as I opened my door and got in my jeep. He hadn't moved when I left the school parking lot. ‘Asshole,’ I said to myself as I motored to my home.

*******

Girls, do you know the damage that can be done to your credit card in a place like New York City? For this small town country girl there was just too much temptation to not submit to it. I kind of went crazy for a while maxing out my only credit card and doing some serious damage to my debit. I was feeling some very real remorse over my spending when I entered the attorney’s office bright and early on Monday and announced myself to probably the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen on two legs. That's an old joke between Sylvia and myself. You see...never mind.

Anyway this goddess ushered me into a small meeting room. There was only one huge window on one wall and as I was admiring the New York skyline my/our attorney walked in. She introduced herself as Annette Bigsbee, she was maybe on the shady side of 50, nice legs in a mid length tight skirt. Four inch spiked cfm heels on her feet. Her ample breasts poked delectably covered only by a white semi transparent blouse. Her bra was very lacy and expensive I suspected.

She was a senior partner in this law firm. We sat at a beautiful solid wood table and got right to business. She told me that my father had come to their firm shortly after my mother's death, over twenty years before. His finances had gotten cumbersome and with several heavy losses because of the markets, he felt that their law firm would be a better choice to handle his affairs. While not an investment firm they took on the challenge, cleaned his portfolio up and arranged for his cash deposits to be deposited for better interest. I could follow her only so far.
As I said before. I'm not a money person. I can balance my checking account and calculate simple interest rates but for a math major I was incoherent as to the intricacies of making, holding, and hiding large sums of money. Annette was deep into her presentation when I interrupted her.

“Annette honey, don't be offended but you are talking way over my head. I'm a high school advanced math teacher. I know numbers but all this talk is confusing me. Your firm has done an admiral job of making and protecting my father's money. Give me my bottom line and some advice as to any changes I should make.”

Annette just smiled and said, “You don't need to change a thing. Your long term investments should grow at a two percent rate per annum. The total in your long term portfolio is fifteen million. Your short term accounts total fifteen million also and at present are growing at an annual rate of ten percent. That could change from time to time and currently it's more but projections are that it should average at ten for the year. We didn't play poker with your father’s money, Terry. Now that you are in control, we won't play poker with yours either. Oh by the way the short term account includes two million in cash that is at your disposal immediately. Do you have any vacation plans?” She said this as she handed me a black plastic card.

“This card is for you. It accesses your cash account. You have the two million available for use but please don't go crazy. We have, at your father's insistence, been monitoring your expenditures for several years and I don't anticipate that you will suddenly change your spending habits. Don't worry though. We will keep you updated if you abuse the account. Anything else I can help you with?”

I was stunned. Never in my wildest imagination did I see this coming. My father had never talked to me about any of this. I was absolutely blindsided. I did have one question though.

“My father mentioned in the letter he left me that his lady friend had been cared for by his estate. I know you probably can't quote numbers but will she be ok in the future?”

Annette smiled again and said, “Helen will be fine. Your father was very generous. I only wish my late husband had been so generous. The bulk of his estate went to some worthless charity he fancied. Oh well that's the life of a working girl I suppose.”
We both laughed and I had an idea that both Helen and Annette would be ok.
“I wasn't joking about the vacation Terry. I know the loss of your last family member must be daunting. Where in the world would you most like to visit? The Caribbean? Europe? The Orient?”

“I can't say Annette. This is all a bit much for me to take in right now. I think, for now anyway, I will go home and absorb what has just happened to me. Maybe in a few weeks I can think more clearly and make some decisions about what I want for the rest of my life. One thing I do know is that I doubt that I will continue teaching. Maybe at some point in the future I might get back into the classroom but with what you have just dumped into my lap I don't think I could concentrate with a room full of teens.”

I suddenly had a thought. “There is something that you might help me with though.” I related the story of the nude drawings and my concerns because of the anonymous way that they came into my possession. She only raised one eyebrow when I described the drawings. I asked Annette what I should do.

“You have no idea who the artist could be?”

“I have no clue. It could be a student, some other teacher, or even a total stranger but I doubt it was a stranger. The person in the drawings was certainly me and I don't let anyone into my classroom that shouldn't be there.”

“Would it be possible for me to see these drawings? I would have a better understanding if I could see them in person.”

“Give me your address here at the firm and I will Fed Ex them to you but promise me that they don't leave your hands. I don't want a scandal to follow me and if an u******e student was responsible, there could be legal repercussions also.”

“Trust me Terry I will be discrete. No one will ever see them without your permission. Once they leave your hands I will take full responsibility for the legalities.”

We left it at that and Annette told me that a limo was waiting to take me back to my hotel or wherever I might want to go.

“Don't worry about tipping the driver either. He is on staff. He is also married to that bombshell that we have for a receptionist,” she finished with a laugh.

“She does look like sex on two legs,” I giggled.

******

Home looked as I had left it. Warm and cozy. Too cozy for me now though. I was a millionaire. I could go or do whatever I wanted. I could live where I wanted within reason. I wasn't limited by money anymore. I had been making a list of improvements on my trip back home. I thought a general upgraded kitchen would be nice. I liked to cook but with only myself to cook for there was never any need to get fancy. Central air also. My window a/c units were ugly and would have to go. Paint and landscaping outside? Sure why not. I could see several months of remodeling and thought a contractor might be in the cards. Maybe someone to take over the entire project.

I was in the middle of my muse when it hit me. Sylvia.

I hadn't talked to Sylvia in years. I suddenly wanted to hear her voice once again. Don't ask me why I felt it like I did, but I suddenly had to find her. I needed to hear her voice. I wanted to cuddle with her in bed once again. I needed her not just for the awesome sex that we had once enjoyed, but more for the closeness of having a person to share my life with.

There was a problem though. She had married some law clerk and was living somewhere in central Virginia when I lost contact with her. Her husband didn't like her having any friends that he didn't approve of and I wasn't on his approved list so we had to break our relationship off. That was seven years ago. I dialed the last known number I had but I was rewarded by a ‘number out of service’ message. Then I thought of the app that I had recently used to get the goods on Clint. I booted my Apple up and typed Sylvia’s maiden name and waited for the app to do its job. I quickly had her information. Surprisingly she was listed as still married but living on the coast now near Virginia Beach. Her new phone number was listed and I jotted it down along with her address.

I felt like a young teen calling a girl for a first date as I dialed her number. It went right to voicemail and my mind suddenly went blank as I thought of something to say. Finally I blurted out my message. “Syl it's me, Terry. Call me baby.” I didn't hear from Sylvia for two weeks. In fact I was packing for my vacation when I received her call. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

The following day from my call to Sylvia I contacted my supervisor at the school and arranged for my sabbatical. I had enough seniority to take a year off from teaching while I decided what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I honestly loved teaching but I suddenly felt like life was passing me by while I was preparing my students for a life I would never know.

After I took care of my work life I wanted to find a contractor for the home improvements that I wanted. I searched online for someone that was honest as well as competent. I had my list of wants ready as I briefly chatted with several local businesses but I came away from these calls unimpressed with any of them. I didn't know anyone that could point me in the right direction so I just decided to visit the local home center. Maybe someone there could point me in the right direction.

I grabbed my purse and headed out into the lion's den to educate myself to the mysteries of home improvement. Four hours later I came home almost in tears. I was frustrated, angry and with a whole new set of misconceptions of the male dominated contractor businesses. I had been hit on continuously from the moment I made contact with a salesman. I was ignored by the people at the ‘help’ desk. I was talked down to by a contractor that happened to be there looking for jobs for his guys. He told me that he was the best in our community and that his crew of guys could do anything and he would ‘take care of me’ while the work was being done. He did nothing to instill my confidence in him or ‘his guys.’ Besides that he smelled like old sweat, cigarettes and had beer breath.

After several hours of this I couldn't take it anymore. I left the store in a huff. On the way home I noticed a travel agency and on a whim I parked and went in. After browsing through several pamphlets I was approached by a cute girl that couldn't be over 18. After I mentioned that I might be doing some traveling in the near future she asked several questions like what I wanted to see and if I would be accompanied or alone.
I told her that I had not made up my mind but I had always wanted to see the French Riviera. She showed me several packages with different prices. I was unsure if I wanted to visit Europe or not or if I would be comfortable traveling alone so I listened to her pitch and with a handful of brochures I made my way home. I was barely in my door when I got a call from my new BFF and attorney Annette Bigsbee.

“Hello Annette. It's so nice to hear from you today of all days.” I must have sounded stressed because after a short pause she asked what was wrong. So I basically unloaded on her with my frustrations with the home improvement situation and the trouble I was having finding a competent contractor. She was immediately sympathetic to my plight.

“Don't worry another minute dear. I have the most scrumptious contractor that has worked for me before. I trust him implicitly. Shall I have him contact you?”

“Annette if he is honest and prompt and can do the job I would love for him to contact me.” I gushed suddenly feeling relieved.

“I'm on it but that's not what I wanted to talk to you about. Have you given any more thought to doing some travelling? I know we discussed it briefly when you were up here but I have recently been in contact with my travel agent and he has some very attractive packages to Europe, the French Riviera and Monaco. I could put your name on his to-call list if you agree. I know you are still dealing with your father's death but with everything combined with the school year coming up now might be a good time to relax on a nude beach and enjoy the eye candy.” I was suddenly speechless at her candor but in all honesty the picture in my mind suddenly was very appealing.

“Have them contact me. As a matter of fact I just left a local travel agency and I grabbed several brochures myself. If your guys can offer a better package I'm in.”

“Ok great! I will have them contact you and don't drool when you meet the contractor I'm sending.”

“Deal, right now I'm not ready to deal with these assholes around here anyway. Just as long as he is licensed for my state and can do the job, I’m in.” I finished.

“Great! I will be in touch love and be careful.” Annette finished our call and we hung up.

******

The contractor Annette sent was a surprise after sampling the disappointing local talent. After I gave him my ideas, he suggested several upgrades that made sense and I had not thought of. He made it very apparent that he wanted my business and if I gave a bad review to Annette she would not refer him again. “She is responsible for several very profitable jobs in the past so I want to stay on her good side. She is also a wonderful woman.”

I had the notion that there might be more there but not wishing to be nosey I let the notion pass.

“When would you like to begin the remodel?” I asked.

“Hold on. First, do you realize the extent of what I am proposing? The extent of this remodel will almost demand that you stay someplace while we destroy then rebuild your home. Are you prepared to stay in a hotel until the mess is gone?” he cautioned.

Suddenly I saw the whole plan come together in my mind.

“Would it be acceptable for me to put all my things into storage while you do the work?” I asked.

“Absolutely, “ he said. “In fact since my guys would have a clean slate I should be able to get the whole thing done quicker since there won't be an owner in the way or any furniture to move.”

“Ok give me a hard quote and since you come with Annette's recommendation I am prepared to give you half down and the rest upon completion.” I finished.

We shook hands on our deal and I called Annette.

“Hello Annette? Your contractor just left. I think we have a deal and since my house is going to be a war zone for a while I think this is going to be a good time to take that vacation you suggested. I am going to put everything into storage while my home is torn apart and rebuilt so I am open to suggestions as to a place that's acceptable to a thirty something single woman.”

“Ok give me a few days and I will blow your mind.” Annette gleefully replied. Just by her attitude I had the impression that my new friend would be a blast to vacation with.

I thought briefly about all the things that I would have to do before I went MIA for an extended period. I was briefly overcome with the task of boxing up my entire life and putting it into storage when I had a thought. I still hadn’t heard from Sylvia. I didn't know if she just had placed me into the ‘ex-friend that I didn't want to acknowledge’ category or not but I had to know. I dialed her number again and left another message.

******

This was it. I was off to the most daring, expensive and exciting adventure of my life. I was going to spend several weeks in London and then several weeks in Barcelona before finishing my time in a resort in south France. I was going to check into a hotel in New York so there would be no connecting flights. Nonstop to London. I was so nervous to be traveling alone but Annette assured me I would have a great time. She had me paired up with a personal guide so I could see all the sights that up until now were only in the books or online. I was nervously doing the last minute checking of my luggage when my phone rang. I knew immediately it was Sylvia when she said, “Hi Baby, it's me.”

My mind went blank. It had been years since we had talked. Our years together flashed into my mind.

“Syl? Is it really you? I've tried to find you for so long baby. Tell me. How are you? Are you still married?”

She started crying and her voice reminded me of that abused well fucked up college girl from so many years ago. I could envision her mottled face, eyeliner running down her cheeks. “Yes, for now.” she squeaked. I knew something wasn't right.

“Sylvia, this is Terry. You know you can tell me anything and I won't judge. Come on girlfriend. Spill it.”

The story she related was heartbreaking. Apparently her marriage went along great for years, until her husband decided that his wife was having affairs. He had no proof but it didn't matter. About the time that he made her break off communications with me, even though I was a woman, he was convinced of her infidelity. Through the years he became emotionally abusive and tried to beat her down with words. She was a slut, a whore, she couldn't dress to suit his standards even though he never gave her the money to buy the kinds of clothes he wanted, she was fat, he didn't think she was good enough for him anymore. Finally he became physically abusive and that ended the marriage. She got a restraining order and filed for divorce. In several weeks she would be divorced and alone. She had no family anymore and her friends were his friends. I had an idea.

“Ok I get it sweety. You are going to be alone right? Do you have any plans? What about your job?” I asked.

“No job. He made me quit when he started accusing me. He said I was fucking the men where I worked. I haven't worked in five years. I guess I could get a waitress job or something, just to pay the bills” She was on the verge of breaking down again.

“Sylvia, listen to me honey. Do you trust me? I mean really trust me?” The idea was quickly hatching in my mind.

“Yeah sure. You are the only person that has never taken advantage of me. Honestly you are the only person that I have ever loved unconditionally.” She was weeping again.

“Sylvia, would you be interested in moving in with me until you get past this divorce? No pressure and no charge. Just pack whatever you can't leave behind and come stay with me for as long as you want.” She was quiet as she thought of my proposal. I could hear her sniffing as she thought.

“Are you sure Terry? I mean I'm going to be a basket case for a while. Hopefully for not too long though. I did love the asshole you know, until he changed.”

“How about if we go on a little vacation together? Just you and I? Would that soothe your divorce blues? Don't answer yet. First tell me. When is your divorce final, to the day and how long do you need to tidy up your life and come to me? And lastly, do you have a passport?”

“Terry what are you saying?”

I used my teacher voice now. “Just answer my question. Are you willing to vacation with me?”

“Yes but where?”

“When will you be free from that prick?” I was getting slightly angry as I thought of my girl being abused like this.

“A little over two weeks.” she said.

“Do you have a passport?” I prodded.

“Yes. but why do I need a passport?”

“Lastly, do you trust me? I mean like with your life trust?”

“Terry I would trust you with my only c***d. Tell me what you have in mind, please baby?”

I laid the entire story of my life from my father's death until now.

“Terry are you bullshitting me. Are you really going to Europe on vacation? When will you come back home so we can be together?”

“Syl honey, you don't understand. You are going to be with me as soon as you can get free. That's why I asked about your passport.”

“Terry I can't afford to just fly off to a foreign country. I don't even have a credit card and he took all of our money to pay for the divorce.”

“Haven't you been paying attention, girlfriend? I'm a millionaire now. The last thing I want you to worry about is how you will pay for anything. You are my responsibility now, my other half, my lover, my girl. So until you want to call it quits you are mine, period!”

Sylvia was silent for a few seconds and then she giggled. I remembered that giggle from the first night we made love.

“Terry I love you.” She giggled again. “We are going to have so much fun baby. So tell me, where will we meet?”

I quickly ran my itinerary through my mind, along with her divorce timeline. “When can you leave?”

“Three weeks. I have to sign my divorce papers and I need to cancel a few things but I can meet you then. But where?”

“It's a surprise. Ok here's what we will do. You get your ass in gear and plan for a move. Don't plan on coming back because you won't. When you come home it will be with me and your new home which is my home. Pack light because you are going to get a new wardrobe anyway so your old clothes are history. Got it?” Any questions?”

“I don't Terry. She started sniffling. She was crying again. I was tearing up also. “Terry I love you.” she softly said.

“I love you too baby. Hurry so we can be together again sweetie.”

Suddenly I knew that my lonely nights were going to be a thing of the past now. I had a future with this lady. A very bright future.



Part Two
New York, Here I Come!

I had packed my life into cardboard boxes and the more I thought about it the more I just decided to donate my furniture and nonessential things. There was a woman's shelter for abused women in our town that was always in need of women's clothing and accessories so most of my clothing, my kitchen ware, furniture, even my new bedroom suite (single bed, I would need a king when I moved my lover in), everything but my personal things like family portraits, pictures, my computers and my jeep. Everything else went to the shelter. The jeep was almost new and was fun to drive and easy to park so I was able to pack it with what I was going to keep and just rented one stall at the storage place. I was ready for my vacation. My last day in my hometown was in a hotel.

I flew to New York and checked into the Manhattan Hilton again with almost no baggage in hopes of going shopping for my trip but not knowing what I would need, (let's face it I was a born and bred country girl, the only fashion sense I had came from magazines and necessity. My shopping was handled at Walmart or Target), I enlisted my new friend Annette the morning I arrived.

“Annette I'm in town and in dire need of some help with clothing and accessories for my vacation. Also, I have the drawings that I told you about and wanted to deliver them personally if that's ok with you.” I said in greeting. Annette giggled at the urgency in my voice.

“One thing at a time Doll. First let's see the things that make you so nervous. Can you be in my office by 2:00 today? I have an opening then. We will take care of your shopping needs with a few phone calls then. Bring the package with you.”

“Ok I'll see you at two.” I ended my call and called the front desk for restaurant recommendations. Apparently my attorney had made the hotel aware of the fact that I was a very good customer of hers and with that one call to the front desk I had a limo at my disposal for the day. The driver was to carry me to any place I desired. And to my 2:00 appointment with Annette.
I actually had an itinerary. Me, Terry Murphy, country girl turned millionaire. Who would have thunk it.

At 1:55 I was getting off the elevator holding the manila envelope with the drawings. I was so nervous that Annette would think I was like I was depicted in those drawings. My mouth was so dry I couldn't spit if I wanted to. I entered the office and once again I noticed miss sexy thing immediately.

“Good afternoon Ms. Murphy, Annette will be with you momentarily. Please have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink?”.

“Water please if it's not too much trouble,” I said.

“Right away.” she said as she scurried to a hidden bar. I noticed her day-glow pink skirt was tight, short and sexy, she definitely had the legs to pull it off, her boobs bounced like only big natural boobs can move. She was back with an ice cold bottle just as quickly. I smiled discreetly as I wondered briefly if she was bi.

Annette came into the room then. She was wearing a loose lavender, see through blouse. Short black pencil skirt and hose, with the highest heels I had ever seen a woman walk in. Between the two women I suddenly felt very underdressed.

“Terry, doll, it's so nice to see you again. Please come into my office so we can chat in private.” we entered a modern office, more like a mini apartment. With a sitting area, a wet bar, a huge desk with all the office communications one could need. I looked around in amazement.

“Wow Annette I had no idea…”

“Terry, doll, don't let the office fool you. I'm a country girl just like you. In fact, I grew up not 50 miles from your hometown. This is just a front for the business. Actually I spend as much time at home doing what I do than working here. I mostly just check on all of the portfolios and monitor accounts anyway so why not work at home where I can do so in comfort. The only time I spend here is for client meetings and such. But enough about me. Did you bring the drawings?”

I handed her the manila envelope. She opened the flap and pulled out the whole sheaf of drawings. I was so nervous that she would think I was some kind of sexual deviant. I was ready to pee in my panties. She looked at the first one and set it aside. Her face was unreadable.

Then she said, “Oh my, these are good, really good, can you imagine the eye for detail that whoever this was used? Terry before we go forward I need to ask you something? The facial features I can understand but the rest of your body?”

“Is not me, I swear. Even the breast size is wrong. I don't have any tattoos although I do have one piercing on my navel, I don't have all those other piercings. My, um, um, vulva? Don't look anything like those do and I swear to God! that I would never show myself to a student. EVER!...” My face was red in humiliation thinking of the horrors that could happen to me. My eyes we're tearing up.

“Terry stop. Nothing is ever going to happen to you. Trust me. These exceptional drawings are simply from the overused imagination of someone. Why they chose to give them to you in the way that they did is something to consider but personally, you are in the clear, morally and legally. You did nothing to deserve the embarrassment and humiliation did you?”

“No, I never would expose myself like this. I never dressed to entice because of the possibility of sexual harassment from the staff. ALL of my students are minors. I could never have taken the chance even if I HAD wanted to. It's just not possible that I could have started this, this...” I was in tears.

“Terry stop, I believe you. Listen to me. First what would you have me do with these? They are quite good. There is quite a market for erotic art. You might be able to discreetly sell these to a collector. They would never be seen by the public…”

“No! Never. I can't take that chance. My career, my students, the police. Someone would find out, someday. It would only take one person to ruin what reputation I have. I can never take that chance.”

“Deal! If that is your wish then no one will ever see them then. Would you want them destroyed? They are art. As such it would be a shame to destroy them. I have a secure safe at my home or we could keep them in the company safe but I must warn you other people in our employ have access to the contents. We are after all in a partnership.”

“I would feel comfortable if you kept them Annette. I just don't want to take the chance of anyone ever connecting me with those horrible drawings. Honestly, I would be okay with you shredding them.” I wiped my tears again.

“I understand. You have nothing to fear doll. Now you asked me about your wardrobe. What do you need?”

I described what I brought which wasn't much. “I want a complete overhaul. Everything from my underwear out. I need swimsuits for the beach. Evening wear. Casual wear, whatever I might need for my vacation.”

What is your room number? I can have someone there today. We will prepare you for the vacation of a lifetime. Oh by the way, don't worry if the swimsuit collection is a little sparse. You will be staying at a resort that the beach is clothing optional. When you get back I expect to see an all over tan on that sexy body.” We both giggled as we stood up.

“One, no two last things. If there are any questions or decisions to be made by your remodeler could you…”

“I'll take care of it. Your home is in good hands, doll. After all he is my nephew and he owes me big time. Someday I might tell you the story….”

“Last thing. Who is that scrumptious thing out in the foyer, and does she fool around?”

Annette laughed. “She is my daughter and she is totally devoted to her hubby, the chauffeur so no she doesn't fool around, ever.”

“Rats, all the hot ones are taken. OH! speaking of that,” I gave Annette the cliff notes version of Sylvia and that she would be joining me in France.”

“Give me her contact info and I'll take care of everything, doll, but keep in touch just in case I do have any questions.”

“I can't thank you enough Annette.” I was almost in tears again. I had never had a person help me like Annette Biggsbee. I hugged her like my mother as I cried. We said our goodbyes and I left the office for my hotel.

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I ordered a pizza from room service so I wouldn't be hungry when my clothes arrived. Most of the hotel menu was not to my liking, my tastes run to burgers, pizza and barbeque but I felt that even New York couldn't really mess up pizza so I went with a medium pepperoni with extra cheese. Boom thirty minutes later it was at my door, still sizzling.

The people that Annette sent for my wardrobe fitting were all business from the moment they came into the room. I was told to strip so I could be measured head to toe. Boobs, waist, hips, inseam, arm's, shoe size, even my neck size. The woman, an attractive Italian speaking woman, maybe in her 40s, was in charge and had a teenage male assistant, I swear that k** was queer. He never batted an eyelash when I sprung the girls. She was in my room for an hour and told me when she left that everything would be delivered, with my new luggage, in the morning. I spent the final hours of my day watching old movies and wondering if all the millionaires were treated so lavishly.

I had left a wakeup call for 6:30 but there was a knock at my door at 6:00. ‘Who could possibly want me at this hour?’ I wondered as I left my comfortable cocoon. The mattress was so soft I had fallen asleep almost instantly when I lay down and hated to get up.

I put a plush hotel robe over my naked body and cinched it up tight so as to not provide any cheap clothing malfunctions and answered my door. There was a fairly attractive woman in the hallway.

“Good morning Terry. My name is Andrea and I am your personal assistant for your journey. You might think of it as a vacation but you will quickly find that it will be a journey like you never would have believed before today. May I come in? Have you had breakfast yet?” I was a bit overwhelmed and unsure of this situation.

“Who? What? What did you say? Please excuse me but you woke me from a deep sleep and I'm just a bit fuzzy. I think we need some coffee before you tell me again who and what you are.” I suddenly saw Annette’s hand in this. A personal assistant? Did we discuss this? I didn't think so, at least I couldn't remember discussing a PA, but here she was. But first things first. I had to pee and brush last night's pepperoni off my teeth.

“I need to use the bathroom Andrea, would you be so kind to call room service for coffee, and maybe some pastries? I won't be long.” I said as I closed the bathroom door. I did my morning routine including brushing, shower, shaving my armpits, legs and pussy before I once again put on the robe and left the ensuite. When I went into the sitting room Andrea had an entire breakfast spread waiting for me. Including coffee. I so needed the caffeine at that moment. Andrea started as soon as I sat down.

“Let's eat this while it's hot, love, we have some things to go over before your wardrobe arrives.”

I sat in wonder and she poured my coffee putting just a dash of cream in my cup, just how I liked it. She filled a plate with a combination of breakfast goodies and began her spiel.

“Annette felt that, while you would enjoy yourself on your vacation, she also knew that you had misgivings with the idea of spending some of your new found wealth. She wants you to know that your slightest wish is my command. Anything, within reason that is, is available to you. You only need to say it and I'll get it for you. I am to accompany you on this adventure and she instructed me to make you happy. If you have any questions for her, please wait until I go over your itinerary for the trip. When we depart today we will first land in Heathrow for a week in London…”

Andrea laid out a dream vacation. One in which that travel agent would never have suggested I'm sure. First class hotel accommodations while in England, side trips to visit pretty much every known, (and some unknown I suspect), tourist destination. My days would be full of sight seeing and sampling of the local ambiance. Week two would be a whirlwind tour of the rest of Europe. The rest of my adventure would be lazing on the beach in sunny southern France for as long as I wanted to stay. At this point I would just be another wealthy single woman and ‘bait’ for the local gigolos. I was a bit overwhelmed at this point. I did have a few questions when she finished though.

“Andrea, this sounds so amazing. I never dreamed of such things much less imagined that this was possible. Are you sure that what you are proposing is what Annette wants me to do?” At that moment her phone chimed.

“It's Annette” she put her on video chat when she answered the call. “Hello, doll, how's my favorite attorney this lovely morning? I have just finished with the itinerary with Terry but she seems to need clarification with you as to my status as her personal assistant. Would you two like to discuss it privately or am I privy to the conversation?”

Annette said, “you both need to hear this Andrea. Show me Terry please.” Andrea handed me the phone. I saw Annette's smiling face as I joined the conversation.

“Hi Terry, I'm sure that you are a little confused and unsure about all this but listen to me before you ask anything. First of all Andrea is my sister so she is totally faithful to me and the practice. We have used her and her expertise many times in the past for other clients so everything is on the up and up for what and who she is to you. As far as who she is to you, let me say that she isn't a prostitute or an e*****. BUT, she is her own woman so if you two hit it off mores the better, if you catch my drift. She became available just last night so I have asked her to accompany you on your adventure for as long as you want or need her to. This is going to be an open ended vacation for you so don't be in any hurry to get home. Speaking of home, judging by the pictures I have received, there isn't much of a home to return to anyway at the moment. Don't worry though, when you get home you, and Sylvia, will be amazed.”

Andrea spoke up then. “Annette, who is Sylvia? Did you forget to tell me something, dear sister?”

“I may have Andy. Sylvia is going to be, well, I guess her girlfriend and she will be joining you and Terry after signing her divorce papers. I'm still working on the details and I might be able to get her to give me power to sign for her. Her asshole ex is making things difficult for her and she is a basket of nerves at the moment so I can't say for sure what will happen or when but I hope to get her to join you in France.” I interrupted her then.

“Annette if there is any way that you can help her, please do. I don't care what it costs or what you need to do. I want to see my friend again, the sooner the better.” I said to her.

“You got it, doll,” she said. We finished with the call as my new wardrobe arrived. My new clothes!!!

Part 3.
My Adventure

How to describe my trip in one word? WOW!

When we boarded the plane we were in first class sitting together. Once in the air we settled down and I got to know my new... friend? Andrea told me her story, which dovetailed with Annette’s, sort of. She and Annette had grown up together in a small town near where I grew up. As young teens, Annette was the oldest by a year, they made a pact to always have the others back. If one was able to pull themselves up beyond the lower middle class upbringing the other would come with her. Annette was a very bright student and was awarded several scholarships to several east coast universities. She chose Princeton and set out to earn her degree then she chose her passion which was law. She was able to pass the bar in New York state and was then interviewed by several law practices. She had been introduced to several influential families while at Princeton so she chose one of those families practices as her present employer. When she was settled in New York she made arrangements for Andrea to join her. Both sisters were bi sexual so they had no problem sharing their first apartment. In the intervening years they had both shared and had separate affairs with both men and women. Then Andrea started working at the practice as first a secretary and then was quickly chosen as a personal assistant to one of the law partners. She quickly became very good at what she did but then the economy tanked and with profits dropping, she was let go. But in a quirk of fate, Andrea was once again hired as a consultant. The practice had use for someone to help out with parties and with her previous skills, she quickly became once again useful as help was needed for their clients. She had been on several european trips with these clients and had found her calling, she felt. In a nutshell Andrea had found her niche in the practice and was doing very well.

Then Terry told Andrea of her struggles while growing up, the loss of her mother at a ********** age, the struggles with her teen years, then struggling with college, the meeting and falling in love with her roommate, finally dealing with the loss of her father and finding out that she was very wealthy. She told Andrea of the culture shock of being a relatively young woman that suddenly finds that she doesn't have to worry about money anymore.

“I can understand how you feel, love, I sometimes feel overwhelmed also when I meet some of Annette's clients but here's the little known secret. Everyone puts their pants on the same way. We all have the same wants and needs. You, as a country girl might be somewhat naive but we will change that with this trip. You just need to trust my sister and I. Deal?”

“Deal.” I said.

“Girl, we are going to have so much fun!” Andrea exclaimed.

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The next two weeks flew past so quickly. London, the english countryside, then the whirlwind tour of Europe and finally France, starting with romantic Paris. We made it to southern France, stopping briefly in Monaco with its casinos, then finally checking into our resort where we would reside until I met and got reacquainted with Sylvia and then I would come home. I was exhausted by all the traveling, always first class. But I was ready for a rest and I suspect that Andrea was also. We had become quite friendly and had shared most nights together but we both knew that the spark of lasting romance just wasn't there. For one thing she missed her sister and I was getting anxious in anticipation of Sylvia joining us.

Andrea and I were sunning ourselves outside our cabana late on the second day of our stay at the resort when a huge woman we had noticed earlier walked up and introduced herself.

“Hello my name is Barbara Parker, from Wyoming. I noticed your american accent today and I thought that I would introduce myself. Are both of you from the states?”

I looked at this woman through my sunglasses in wonder. She was maybe mid 40s, tall, maybe 6ft. or more but not at all fat. She was very well built and naked like us. Her breasts were huge, like 40 F huge. My eyes roamed down her amazonian shape, nice round hips and I noticed her pussy was bald like ours also. Andrea spoke first.

“Yes we are. My name is Andrea Bigsbee from New York and this is my good friend Terry Murphy from Virginia. We were on a summer adventure and now we are too exhausted to continue so we decided to recuperate at this lovely resort. Thankfully the french are very accepting of our nudity and we are enjoying the sights on the beach,” she finished, referring to the many nude men and women prancing around.

“My husband, Frank and I own a cattle ranch but love the relaxed attitude and sun in southern France. At home all I have to entertain myself with is mountains, cattle and smelly bow legged cowboys. My husband won't be joining me for a few days and I noticed that there weren't any males with you either. Would you like to have dinner with me and possibly sharing some drinks and conversation with me later?”

Andrea and I shared a look of ‘why not’ and I said, “Sure we can. Just give us time to clean the sand off and dress. Where would you like to meet?”

She gave us her suite number and said, “How about 7ish? That would give all three of us time to shower and dress.”

Andrea and I locked eyes again and agreed.

“7 is fine with us. We were just about to get out of the sun anyway, so, until later?” I said.

“It's a date. See ya then.” Barbara said.

She gave me a look of desire while walking off. I could feel my pussy getting wet just thinking of her naked in bed. Maybe in a three sum with Andrea?

Andrea and I prepared ourselves for the evening while chatting about our new friend.

“She seems very forward for a married woman.” Andrea said.

“I agree but she also seems to like meeting people. Did you notice her body language as she introduced herself? She is very confident, she definitely isn't shy. Did you notice her body? And those tits! WOW! I wonder what her husband looks like?” I said.

“I definitely noticed her body Terry. You would look so hot next to her while in bed, doll,” Andrea said while shaving her armpits and pussy in our ensuite. The door was open. At that point we had no secrets. I watched her briefly while considering the same treatment of my pussy.

“Andrea, I think that we should treat ourselves to a spa day tomorrow.” I said. “This daily shaving is getting tiresome. Maybe a Brazilian for us both along with massages and whatever else is available. What do you think?” I said while watching her.

I did mention that Andrea was fairly attractive. She was about 5’ 7” had smallish boobs, maybe somewhere around a B or small C cup with very dark areolas. She had very cute nipples that were pointed when she was excited, they resembled Hershey Kisses. Her general physical tone was athletic and her legs were toned, long and lightly muscled like runner's legs. Her skin was flawless and smooth, darker than mine due to her Italian heritage. She kept her dark brown hair shoulder length and straight. The only thing that detracted from her looks was her large Romanesque nose. I thought she looked fine but she hated her face because of her nose.

“Sounds fine to me Terry. This is your vacation and your choice. I did notice that Barbara was shaved also. Do you think she waxes or maybe she has had electrolysis? We have to ask her.” Andrea said as she finished her primping and started to dress. I noticed that she wasn't putting on any underwear.

“No panties? You bad girl. Are you going to seduce our host tonight Andrea?” I said with a knowing smile as she slipped her black, curve hugging dress over her head. No bra either.

“More like she will try to seduce us Terry, or maybe just you. Did you notice how she looked at you? I think that our rancher friend is in heat.” Andrea giggled.

“Zip me up sweety.” I said as my own curve hugging dress dropped over my head. It was a dark blue one piece with blue sequins from the bust down to the hem. I also was braless but I was planning to wear a black thong. As I was putting my panties on Andrea said, “Not so fast, girlfriend. No panties for you either. We are a package tonight. If our host is going to seduce us I don't want anything in her way.” She took my panties and threw them on the bed. Then she took my hand and said, “Come on doll we're gonna get laid tonight.”

We met up with our host and took a taxi into Cannes to an outdoor restaurant that Barbara recommended. She ordered for everyone and we relaxed with a bottle of local wine. The conversation flowed as the first bottle was emptied and then two more were emptied through our meal. We laughed and chatted like old high school girlfriends. We discussed past sex, our past relationships, our opinion of men in general and our future hopes and dreams. We found out that Barbara and her husband were still very much in love but had a somewhat open relationship.

“He let's me fool around, but only with other women as long as I bring one home for us to enjoy together now and then. He would really love this tonight. Three sexy women and him. Imagine the possibilities girls.” We all shared a laugh at the idea of a foursome with her and her hubby. I was so wet that I had to discreetly stuff a paper napkin in my pussy to soak up the juice.

“He is very well endowed down there.” she spread her hands about 8” apart. “And thick. Almost too thick but he is a very caring lover. I don't think he has ever hurt anyone with that monster through the years. Usually I interview the woman that I bring home for us and I always make sure that they know that our cattle aren't the only ‘bulls’ on the ranch. If either of you girls would be interested in some dick I'm sure he would love to meet you both when he arrives.” Both Andrea and myself said that we would consider it, but my mind was occupied with Sylvia.

It was at that point that I told Barbara about my feelings for Sylvia and how I hoped to see her again after our over15 year separation. I was sitting in the middle of our female threesome and had been holding Andreas hand on top of the table. The excellent dinner and libations had loosened our tongues. When I felt the hand on my leg I looked at our host.

“Barbara, your hand is on my leg. Would you like to go back to the resort and get naked?” I asked quietly.

“Sweetie I have been hoping that you would say those words since I ***** you and Andrea on the beach. My pussy has been dripping all night. Let's go girls,” she said as she paid the bill and left a big tip. As we left the restaurant I noticed that she was flushed to the top of her generous boobs.

We caught a taxi outside the restaurant and on the ride to the resort we gave the driver quite a show. Andrea, in the center, was the meat in an amazon sandwich. We were both m*****ing her by kissing and nearly r****g my PA in the taxi. By the time we entered the resort and had pulled in front of Barbara's condo both ends of her dress were around her stomach. Her tits were in the open and her nipples were hard. Both of our hands were between her legs. Barbara was rubbing her clit and I had two fingers in her flooded bare pussy. I threw some cash into the front seat and three semi nude horny women rushed inside Barbara's home. Three dresses were haphazardly thrown in a pile as we moved to the bedroom where the three of us attacked each other. To an observer the bed was covered with tits, pussies, assholes and elbows. Barbara produced a large dildo and while she abused my pussy she m*****ed my tits. Then I took Andrea on top of me in a 69. Barbara shoved the dildo into her sopping pussy while I sucked Andrea’s clit and she attacked my swamp. We both started moaninng with the erotic Sapphic lovemaking, no make that fucking because that was what it was, fucking pure and simple. After our first quick moaning orgasm the action between myself and Andrea slowed momentarily. Barbara was pistoning her dildo between her thighs. I swapped ends with Andrea and whispered to her that our host needed a good licking. She agreed and gave Barbara the royal treatment including rimming her ass. By the time we were finished the sheets were soaked with sweat and girl cum. We finished the night with a bottle of wine and we invited Barbara over to our room since the sheets would still be fresh.

“I think I will sleep here tonight ladies. I am expecting a call from my hubby in the morning and don't want to miss it. I had a wonderful time though and don't forget that you both are invited to share my hubby when he gets here. If you don't, you are both invited to our ranch anytime. I can guarantee some great beef along with my personal bull.” We laughed at her joke.

Andrea and I stumbled and gigged the entire way to our room and immediately crashed onto our bed as the festivities of our night out finally caught up with us. We woke up early the next afternoon with a hangover and called room service for a pot of coffee and a bottle of pain reliever. Andrea and I moped around until our headache and queasy stomach was mostly gone before we went out to eat. We didn't see Barbara so we went to the restaurant at the resort. When we finished our light meal Andrea was checking her email on her phone and told me to check mine. I had a message to call Annette asap. It was early morning in New York so I chanced a call to my bestie. She answered the call on the third ring.

“Hello doll. I am just now getting to work and have a meeting so I need to be brief. Your friend Sylvia left New York earlier today and should be at Charles DE Gaulle at 8:00 pm your time. I couldn't get in touch with you last night so I made arrangements for her to be e*****ed from her terminal to a private flight into Cannes. There she will be met and e*****ed to your doorstep. I know that you two are anxious to be together again but I couldn't get in touch with you and we had to adapt. She is finished with her divorce and she is free of the ball and chain so you two have a wonderful time getting reacquainted again. I am recalling Andrea home so you lovebirds will have free reign to be yourselves. I'll be in touch by email when I get my sister back. I love you doll. You know that right?”

“I love you too Annette. Thank you so much for...everything.” We ended the call as I choked up at the news. After all these years I was going to have my baby back. My one hope was that we could capture the feelings we once had for each other. Honestly I was a bit nervous. Would she still be my girl? We had shared so much history but she had been with only her men since we broke up. Was I still good enough or would she want some dick now. Time would tell.

When we finished at the restaurant it was late. Andrea started packing her luggage slowly. I had the feeling that she wanted to stay but her sister wanted her back home for some reason. I was going to meet with my girl soon so it seemed like our time together was coming to an end. We had spent a lot of time together these last few weeks and I hated to see her go. I went to her as she packed.

“Andrea, you know that you will be welcome to come down and spend time with us anytime you can get free. Sylvia and I will welcome you and Annette anytime. When we get settled in I'm sure that you will be able to visit.” Andrea looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“I know Terry. I guess we had so much fun together that I feel closer to you now. I just hate for it to end. You know, you are a great friend. And an awesome lover by the way. I don't think that I can ever forget you or our times together. I always considered myself to be bi but with a woman like you I could definitely swear off dick.” She laughed as tears left her eyes. I suddenly felt like I was dumping her for my lover. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

“Andrea listen, I feel really shitty about you leaving now. Would you consider staying? I really would feel better if we parted on better terms. There isn't anything in the States that can't wait for a few days, is there? I mean after all you are my personal assistant and I might need you to um...um assist me with my friend that I haven't seen for years? What I was trying to say was, don't go.” I looked into her eyes. “Please?”

Andrea wrapped her arms around me and said, “listen doll, you need some alone time with her. I'll be fine. It was a glorious adventure and I will cherish the memory of our time together forever. Annette said that we would look back on this with fondness and I will. But it's time for you to move on. You have a girlfriend to get to know again and I have to give you space to reconnect. When you get home give me a buzz when you get settled and maybe we three can go out and party. Hell, how about making plans to go out west and check out Barbara’s ranch. She had me thinking about her hubbys big dick last night. It's been so long since I had any good quality male female sex.” We both laughed.

I still felt that Andrea and I shouldn't part like this so I made her a deal. “Will you consider staying just for tonight? Then we can get together in the morning with just us three, you Sylvia and I. I wanted you to meet her anyway and to be honest I want your support. I'm really nervous because of our fifteen years apart. I'm sure that she isn't the same Sylvia I once knew and I am sure that I'm not the same Terry either. So you see that you would still be doing your job. Please Andrea?” I pleaded.

“Ok Terry. I will. Just for you babe. You know I love you don't you? This might complicate things though. How about if I go spend the night with Barbara. You two can reconnect tonight and then we four meet for breakfast. That big Amazon is really a fun date so if you want me to stay, that's the deal.”

“Would you consider staying until she gets here?”

“No Terry. You need alone time with her. Remember that she has just finalized her divorce and left the country to be with you. She might be a basket case when she gets here. Put yourself in her shoes. Would you feel comfortable meeting an old lover and finding her involved with someone else? She is going to expect you to be waiting for her alone.”

“You are so smart Andrea. Of course we should be alone tonight. I am so nervous though. What if she has changed? What if…”

“Terry stop. You are a beautiful loving woman. She will just have to fall in love with you again if she isn't already. Be strong and you two will be a couple again before you know it.” Andrea grabbed her phone and a few necessities and left.

I was alone again. My life was going to change again, I was sure.

I was just getting out of the shower when I heard the knock on my door. I was still naked with dripping hair. This was not how I wanted to meet my friend and lover again but I suddenly realized that I had no choice. Quickly putting on a robe and wrapping a towel around my hair I hurried to my door. Secretly I said a prayer that everything would be ok and she would still be my girl. I opened the door and looked at the face that I had loved for all these years. My Sylvia. She was holding a small suitcase. My mind was suddenly blank and I couldn't think of a thing to say. Finally I said, “Hi baby. Would you like to come in?”

Sylvia


She looked the same but older. I could also tell that time had not been good to her though. She had the same lush, curly blonde hair, cute face and big boobs but there were worry lines on her beautiful face. She had gained about thirty pounds. She was definitely still curvy. She shuffled into the room slumped over like a woman that had been beaten down. I could see fear in her eyes. What had they done to her? Was she afraid, like I was, that we had both changed physically so much that the attraction was gone now? This was my Sylvia, my girl, my baby, my other half. I knew what to do. I walked up and put my arms around her and tilted her head up. She was shaking like she was cold. I kissed her softly and told her, “Welcome home baby. I missed you so much.” She suddenly burst into sobs. I held her and let her cry. We both had tears running down our cheeks. To say that this was an emotional moment would be putting it mildly.

“Terry, I missed you so much. I'm so sorry that we haven't stayed in touch. Terry, baby I'm…”

“Shush sugar. Don't apologize. Never apologize to me again. You are with me now. Everything will be ok. You are home. Wherever we are, is home. We are together once again and that's enough for now.” The tears started again from both of us. I suddenly didn't feel lonely anymore. That empty spot inside me felt full. I held my long lost friend and lover. She was definitely damaged but still whole. Suddenly my life felt complete.

Even though I had just left the shower she felt grimy from the long trip from the states so we took a long leisurely bath together. Sylvia couldn't, or wouldn't, let me go. She wouldn't stop hugging and we kissed almost constantly, I had unknowingly wanted, no needed this closeness. She acted so needy and almost submissive and shy that I wondered how bad her homelife had been. So I asked.

“Syl baby may I ask you about your marriage or is it too soon? Why don't you start with the time after I graduated? Tell me about dating that guy you were with when I left.”

We were soaking in a huge bathtub with bubbles up to our chins. She was lying with her back to me while leaning back against my boobs with my arms around her. She still seemed shy and hesitant.

“He was a good guy. Very smart but we never connected romantically. He was a very nice date and we had some sex but in the sack he really wasn't that good. It's hard to explain but now I think that what we, you and I had, spoiled me. We connected but with him it just didn't feel right so I ended it in my senior year. He understood because he felt the same vibe. He told me when we ended it that he loved me but he wasn't in love with me. Shortly after graduation I met my soon to be husband. He was very attentive on a date and a pretty good lover but once we started dating I saw how jealous he could be. He tried to start a fight with someone one day because the guy wanted to chat me up at a party. Anyway we dated for a year before he proposed. I never thought that he would morph into this controlling monster until it was too late. I was working by then and he never understood that none of the guys I worked with were trying to get into my panties. Not once was I tempted but he wouldn't listen. After several altercations at my workplace I was let go. He wouldn't even consider letting me work again even though we could have used the extra income. Then the verbal abuse got worse. I didn't dress right. He didn't like my friends. I was too fat. That hurt. That's when he made me give up my cell phone and break off any contact with you. That really hurt. He said that I was getting fat and sloppy even though he had developed a beer gut also. Then he cut me off from our finances. I couldn't spend a dime unless he knew what it was for. I couldn't even replace my worn out underwear. Things steadily got worse and then he hit me the first time. Terry could we finish this some other time? I'm really tired from all the travelling and need about a week's sleep.” Sylvia had tears running down her face and she looked like she was ready to drop.

“Sure babe. The water is cooling anyway.” I got up from the tub and looked at my girl once again. Her blonde hair was still thick and wavy. Her face was older but overall I could see that cute curvy cheerleader that I once knew. Her boobs had gotten bigger if that were possible and were starting to sag from the weight. Mostly she had gained the weight in her tummy and ass. Her pussy was puffy and I remembered that although she was shaved bare, she was a true blonde. I thought that with some exercise and the right foods I would have her in shape very quickly. Even if she couldn't duplicate that hot cheerleader body ever again, she was mine and I was never going to let her go again.

It was late and I knew that we probably wouldn't make it to breakfast with Andrea and Barbara so we got between the sheets and held each other. I didn't feel particularly aroused and neither did Sylvia so we lay face to face and kissed then I closed my eyes.

Morning came and went before I noticed that someone was touching my boob. Andrea wasn't a cuddler but Sylvia definatly was and she had been playing with my boob as she tried to wake me. I moaned and then she took my aroused nipple in her mouth. I moaned louder.

“Wake up sleepy head. I don't know if you noticed but your girlfriend is horny but more importantly she is starved. I haven't eaten since I don't know when so feed me Terry, Feed me.” I looked into her beautiful green eyes and wondered what good I had done to deserve this woman in my bed. I absolutely believe in karma and knew that I was being rewarded for something. I felt so blessed that this was my reward.

I sat up and slapped my girl on the ass and said, “Get cleaned up and we will eat. I want you to meet a few people anyway so get ready so we can go. By the way, this is a clothing optional resort so don't cover those sexy curves too much.” I said as I pulled Sylvia to me for a long passionate kiss.

Her eyes got very big when she pulled away from our kiss. “Are you serious Terry? Clothing optional? Like some people walk around naked all the time? No wonder Annette told me to not worry about packing much. I have never been naked in public before. How do you handle getting ogled by the guys? Isn't it embarrassing?” Sylvia suddenly acted nervous.

“Do you trust me baby?” she nodded her head uncertainly. I pointed to a pair of sandals. “For now, this is all you will wear. Put them on and we will go for a short walk so I can introduce you to a few people. Don't worry about people noticing that you have those big sexy titties. There are titties everywhere here. Big ones like yours and smaller ones. Also there are lots of dicks so you can do some ogling yourself. Just don't think that you will be trying out any strange, girlfriend. No dicks for you. You are mine. Only mine. The only dick that you can expect is going to be fake. Got it? Now put your trust in me and put those sandals on.” I pointed to the pair of sandals again that the resort provided.

She slipped the footwear on as I took her hand and led a reluctant Sylvia out of our door. We both giggled and jiggled while we strolled casually to Barbara's door and I knocked. I could hear someone moan as the door opened and Barbara showed just her face.

“Hi Terry! You guys are in luck. We were just getting ready to go out. Let me see if Andrea is finished with my husband, who just got in last night. Damn that girl is so hot in a three sum. How did you two go so long without any dick?”

She shouted out, “Andy baby, Terry and another woman that I take to be Sylvia are here. Pull my hubbys dick out of that hot pussy so you can meet her.” I could feel Sylvia hiding behind me. Barbara turned to me and said, “Terry, honey come in please and introduce me to this lovely creature.”

I walked into the room while holding Sylvia's hand. I pulled my suddenly shy girlfriend to my front and said, “Sylvia, this is my newest friend, Barbara Parker. Barbara, this is my old girlfriend that I told you about, and now my new girlfriend and lover Sylvia Maven. Barbara, Sylvia is a bit overwhelmed by the suddenness of all of this. She has just recently gotten divorced and we only last night reconnected and she, just fifteen minutes ago, was told about the clothing optional feature of this resort so she is somewhat shy for now.”

“That's ok honey, we all were newbies at some point. I know I was certainly nervous the first time I came here but now I feel smothered sometimes when I have to wear clothes. Just remember that we are all friends here and no one will ever take advantage of you. Now you two come meet my Frank. Frank! Pull your dick out of that hussy and come meet my newest friends.” she said loudly.

Andrea and a large man exited the bedroom then. I looked at him in wonder. It had been some time since I had been in such close proximity to such a large man. And he was large all over too. He was taller than Barbara, also while only semi hard, he must have been over eight inches and thick, really thick. I could feel Sylvia's hand tighten in mine as she once again hid behind me. Barbara introduced us all.

“Frank, Andrea, this is Sylvia Maven. She is Terry's flame from back in college but now she is Terry's girlfriend. Do you hear me Frank? She is Terry's girl so that means hands off! And quit trying to scare the poor girl with that big dick of yours. She don't want or need any of your kind of loving. Me and Andrea will keep you happy. Ain't that right Andy?” Andrea looked at me quickly with a guilty look. I smiled and nodded my head.

“Sure Babs. We can keep Frank here busy if that's what he wants. Although I am employed by Terry. I'm sure that we can all get along together. No pressure. Terry, doll I'm so happy to see that you two are okay.” She moved over to me and took Sylvia's other hand. “Terry was so nervous yesterday before you arrived. I'm so happy for you two. I wish you all the luck after your horrible divorce.”

“Thank you everyone. I must admit that this is a bit overwhelming though. I've never been naked in public before. I was told that the French are very liberal when it comes to showing skin so I'm not totally naïve but all this at once is a bit much. I heard when we got here that you are going out? Hopefully to a clothing optional restaurant? I'm starved!”

Barbara looked at her husband. “Frank, go wash the pussy off you and let's take Terry and Sylvia out. The poor thing must be dying of hunger. You and Andrea go shower while Terry and I take this delicious little treat to the resort restaurant. I don't feel like dressing up to eat.” She moved over to her hubby and laid a scorching kiss on him, then on Andrea. “Andy sweetie make sure that he keeps that big dick out of your sweet little pussy so he can recharge for later tonight. I have a feeling that Terry and Sylvia will need some more alone time so plan on spending another night with me and my hubby.” Barbara had taken charge.

We did have our brunch. Sylvia, once filled with food and then one of those dainty French pastries, couldn't stop gazing at all the nude and semi nude people. Even the waiters, both male and female we're only semi dressed. All the male waiters were wearing only a small cloth apron for their dicks. The women waitresses, while all topless had the same small aprons covering their pussies.

After our meal we decided to hit the beach. I was worried about Sylvia's fair skin getting burned so we spent most of our beach time in the doorway of our cabana. I made sure that my baby was slathered in sunscreen however. We had a very enjoyable afternoon. Barbara was flitting around all afternoon with her hubby and Andrea so Sylvia and I had plenty of alone time. We mostly talked about her marriage and my personal challenges as a teacher. I told her about my disaster of a love life and how I had swore off men after the last disaster with Clint. I got the feeling that we would, once again, be a very loving couple and, even with our past disappointments we would be together always.

She finally started to get comfortable with the nudist thing as we had many male and females introduce themselves as time and the sun waned. Initially she would try to cover her bits but quickly found that her hands were not enough. Finally she seemed to accept the dress code and relaxed. We let everyone that approached us know that we were a couple however. She would hold my hand whenever anyone came close. I saw some disappointment in several men's faces as their hopeful expressions and smooth talk failed to entice my little sex goddess into their clutches, and hopefully into their beds.

All in all it was a very good day. I was with my girl again after all those years. I had several new friends that I could depend on. My life was moving in a positive direction and I felt really good at it's direction. I even thought, briefly, about the nude drawings and the possible connection with my old teaching job. But even that sense of anxiety was mild and brief. I felt confident that Annette would guard my privacy and not betray me. I hadn't said anything to Andrea about the drawings so only three people knew of their existence anyway, so absent of the third party revealing themselves, I felt protected.

I unknowingly would have that third party revealed however, soon.

We finally called it a day and went back to our rooms to clean up for dinner and whatever the evening held. When back in our room Sylvia asked me about Andrea.

“Terry may I ask you a personal question?” Sylvia asked in a subdued *********** voice.

“Sure honey you can ask me anything,” I said.

“Is Andrea your girlfriend too? You told me that you two have been together on your vacation. Are you going to share her with me like Barbara is doing with Frank?” I had not considered this possibility to be honest.

“Sylvia honey, no. It's not like that. Yes we have been together on this trip and yes we have made love but we aren't a couple. She has a job to do. She is my personal assistant. We slept together, that's true. She’s a good fuck and would probably sleep with you also but I get the feeling that isn't what you want. Is it? Syl baby you can be honest just tell me what you want US to be. I'm perfectly ok with a monogamous relationship with you. Especially now that we have just gotten back together. Just tell me what you want sweetie.”

“I want us to be a couple. Just us two. No one else. I want to be your girl, just like we were in college. But I feel that now however things have changed. We both have had other lovers. And we have had other lives to lead. Terry I missed you so much these last few years.” She moved into my arm's and our nipples touched and she put her head on my shoulder. “I want to be your girl again Terry. Just yours. You always made me feel safe. No one else, at least for now anyway. Who knows, someday we might explore someone else, but, for now I want us to be, US.” Her eyes teared as she spoke. One tear trickled down her cheek and ran down my naked boob.

I pushed her back and saw a look that showed me how uncertain she felt. “Sylvia, look at me.” She reluctantly moved her teary eyes into mine. “Listen to what I am going to say. I will never put you second to anyone. Not Andrea or Annette, not Barbara, not Frank. No one. We are us. I love you Sylvia. I have loved you since that night when you came into our room smelling like a cum dumpster back in college. I didn't realize it then but that night was a turning point for me also. I had found a woman that I wanted to protect against all the predators out there and I think that we were a pretty good match. You needed someone to help you and I needed someone to help. Maybe that's why I was such a good teacher, I don't know. But to answer your question, no Andrea is definitely not my girlfriend nor will I want to share you with anyone. I remember that I once told you to look inside yourself and change how you feel about yourself. You deserve to be respected. You are an amazing woman Sylvia Maven and you deserve to be treated with love and respect by everyone around you.” I suddenly had a thought.

“Now this is what is going to happen baby. Right now we will clean ourselves squeaky clean and then we will have our dinner. We are going to come back here after and cuddle and hopefully make love. We won't make a night of it because tomorrow we will be very busy. I'm going to keep tomorrow as a surprise for now but I know that you will love it.” I smacked her bare ass and said, “Start the shower and I'll be right there. I have a quick phone call to make.” I called Andrea and told her of my plans. She quickly agreed and said to leave everything to her.


The nudes and the conclusion

We, Sylvia, Andrea and myself, all clothed of course, took a limo to the Cannes airport and boarded a private jet to Paris. When we were off the ground I asked my new girl if she was up for some shopping, knowing that all or most of her clothes were old, outdated or just plain worn out. I was going to give my baby the shopping experience of a lifetime and I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

We landed and took another private car to the most exclusive shopping district that Andrea had found for us. I told Andrea that morning that there would be no expense spared. Whatever Sylvia, or I wanted, was purchased and with several hours of shopping under our belts we found ourselves hungry and our car was full of new clothes for my baby. She had everything from shoes to evening wear, casual wear, underwear including some really sexy things for just us. I had my new wardrobe so I didn't need much and even Andrea purchased a few things that she wouldn't normally see in the US. All in all it was a very satisfying day, both for me and for Sylvia. She was finally coming out of her shell that the marriage and divorce had caused and threw caution to the wind and had fun. I had not seen her laugh so much since our college days. My baby was coming back.

Finally I felt like a walk so we slowly strolled through an area that was filled with street vendors and artists. We were strolling arm in arm when I saw it. A small pencil sketch. The woman in the sketch was me. I suddenly knew that I had found my mystery artist. There was no doubt who it was in the sketch. I stopped suddenly as I stared and my blood pressure went up. Then I heard a voice.

“Miss Murphy? Is that you?” I looked around and saw her. Leah Thompson. One of my last students. I remembered then that although gifted in math, her interests had always been art. She had been one of my best students. I should have known. I picked up the pencil sketch and walked over to the young girl.

“Leah? Are you the artist that drew this?” I asked her.

“Yes, don't you love it? It's similar to the ones that I gave you. Miss Murphy? You do like it don't you? Why are you looking at me like that? Are you angry? Surely you appreciate erotic art. That's my specialty. I am studying under a famous erotic artist in Paris now. He is so talented. He…” I interrupted her.

“Leah I am very disappointed in you. How could you draw these pictures of me without my permission? Do you realize the possible trouble that you could have caused? I could have been accused of a felony if the authorities had found out that one of my students had done this. Why me? Why did you draw me? Why not some other person?” I was starting to raise my voice. Fortunately not many people around us understood English.

But, we were starting to draw a crowd so I asked her if there was somewhere that we could talk privately. Leah seemed put off at my response to her art but quickly recovered and we went into the artists place of business that was presenting her display. Inside, I met her new art teacher. He explained in broken English that Leah was very gifted and had a bright future in art. He said that such a young artist could be proud of the fact that her drawings were so popular. He then took us into a gallery room. Inside were hundreds of pencil sketches. Most were of people in sexual poses like mine had been but some were involved in everyday activities like sitting while reading, women cooking in a cluttered kitchen or in a garden. All were nude.

“Leah, listen to me please. I could have gotten into a lot of trouble if someone had seen those drawings. Fortunately, no one has other than my attorney. They are locked up now and will stay that way while I decide what to do with them. You could have ended my career and I would have been accused of having sex with one of my students. These are serious charges.”

“Miss Murphy I am so sorry. I had no idea that you might get into trouble.” She suddenly started crying at the possible trouble I could have been in by her irresponsible actions. “What can I do to make it right? Anything, anything at all. Please Miss Murphy.”

At that moment Andrea spoke up. “Terry if you agree, we could have Annette send your drawings to Leah, here in France. Leah could sell them in the European market. I'm sure that the added income would be helpful to a young artist and you could deny that you have ever had them in your possession. You would take care of all of the problems with one decision. Your choice of course.” I had to agree. Even though I hated the thought of my face being associated with erotic art, the drawings were very lifelike.

I thought for a moment while holding Sylvia's hand. She had no idea what we were talking about. “Give me a mailing address Leah. I will consider this. But I want you to swear to me that under no circumstances will you put my name to anything that you have drawn. Even if you are asked, you will not tell anyone whose face is depicted. Do we have a deal?”

“Yes Miss Murphy. I swear that no one will ever find out.”

“I do have one other question for you Leah. Why me? Why did you use me as your model for the drawings? Why couldn't you use a generic face, or someone not in power?” Leah's face got red and she started fidgeting. She looked down at the floor and started mumbling. I leaned over and said, “speak up Leah. I can't hear you.” She looked up and her eyes we're, again, wet with tears.

“I said because I was in love with you, and I wanted you. To be a lover. I wanted my teacher to be my lover. I knew that we could never be together that way and I had the idea that through the drawings I could show you how I felt about you. But in the end I couldn't go through with it so I put everything in the envelope and sneaked it onto your desk. I'm sorry that I hurt you. Now I know that I should have handled it in another way but I didn't and I am so sorry. Please forgive me Miss Murphy? Please?” The tears suddenly streamed down her cheeks. She moved forward and she hugged me, putting her head on my chest. I could feel Sylvia's hand tighten in mine.

“Terry, can we talk? In private for just a minute?” I could see the question in her eyes.

“Shure sweetie.” We excused ourselves and went outside the gallery.

Sylvia took both my hands and said. “What is going on Terry? Who is that girl and why did you freak when you saw that drawing?” I had to tell her.

“The short version is that she gave me several drawings. They were all of me, at least her version of me. I was naked in all of them. She drew one for each day that we had class and each one was different. I had no clue that she was in love with me. I never came on to any of my students, ever. This has totally blown me away. Not only does she think she's in love with me, she actually wanted to prove it in some perverted way. What do you think I should do baby?” Sylvia put her head down in thought.

When she looked up she said, “She said that she will be studying here correct? Europe is much more liberal about nudity than the US is, as I have found out recently.” she said with a giggle. “You cannot control how she displayed her art. Honestly Terry if this girl wants to use you as a model and no one connects you to her, what's the problem? You probably won't ever return to a teachers position. Let her do her thing and just ignore it unless she becomes a pest. Personally, I wouldn't mind if she drew me.” She giggled once again with that cute way that she had.

We went back into the gallery. Leah was with Andrea, who was drying her eyes with a tissue.

“Leah, I have decided to return the drawings to you. Andrea is right, you will probably need the extra income anyway so I will help you in that but I have to warn you that Andrea's sister is a very powerful New York attorney and she won't have a problem suing you and this gallery if these things become a problem. Are we clear?”

“Yes Miss Murphy, I understand. I promise you that I will never divulge your name or will I do anything to embarrass you. Would it be okay to include you in the gallery here though?”

“Yes of course.”

“Thank you so much Miss Murphy. I will make you so proud of me.”

“Leah I am already very proud of you. You were one of my all time most gifted students.” I needed to get away so I wished her well and we left the gallery.

Our entourage of Andrea, Sylvia and myself left the arts district and took our car back to the airport. Our flight seemed short as my girl napped beside me while I had Andrea make arrangements to send the nudes to Leah. Andrea stated again that she was wanted by her sister back home so I told her that she could make arrangements to leave at her discretion. I told her that it felt like I was losing a friend but she assured me that nothing could be further from the truth. We promised each other to get together when Sylvia and I got back to America. Our plane landed and we taxied back to the resort rather late. It was too late for Andrea to intrude on Barbara so we all went to my suite. I had an extra bedroom so it wasn't an issue. The next day Andrea shipped her things home, packed her luggage and we had a very tearful goodbye.

I was alone with my baby for the first time so I made some coffee and sat at our kitchenette so my mind could wander. She was still asleep so I took the time to reassess my life. I had pretty much everything that I would need or want personally. I had made some good friends and vowed to visit Barbara at her ranch sometime in the future. I had no idea that Sylvia's life had been so depressing but I was going to make it my goal going forward to make her life better.

We hadn't discussed it of course but I had it in mind to keep her out of the workforce and just love and protect her. Obviously I would also stop teaching but I didn't want to become one of the idle rich. I also thought of my cabin in the mountains. Could I remodel? Install electricity? Maybe have a well drilled for water? I could afford it now but wouldn't that take away from the rustic charm? What of my home? I hadn't heard from the remodeler in weeks. I would email him today and get an approximate date of completion. In the meantime I would enjoy myself in this wonderful paradise with my girl. I heard Sylvia stirring in the bedroom. For the first time in my life I felt content.

The end for now.

The main character in this story was loosely based on a young woman from my past, although I never got the chance to personally assess her naked charms, I could imagine what she looked like in the nude. I also have taken license with the European aspects of this piece. I myself haven't been to all the places named here but I did google some French resorts. This is my first try at a story from a strictly female point of view and I hope I did justice to that most beautiful side of mankind.