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Making History
by
SheWhoWrites
Ah, but if you'd seen her you'd understand...
To be honest, the tutorials were starting to get a little on the dull side. Don't get me wrong, I was enjoying the course on the whole, but I was into my second year now and I was still yet to come across a tutor who inspired me. Most of them seemed tired of their work, biding their time until retirement. Week in week out, I was set difficult but hardly stimulating tasks, and each week I would come back feeling I had gained very little.
History is a passion. I had fallen in love with it in my early teens, surrounded by a family who had bothered to research their past. There was so much to be learnt from people and events long gone by, and as I looked deeper into it, the more fascinated I became. At school I threw myself into it, deciding at that moment that it was something I wanted to pursue. GCSE turned into A-Level turned into a degree, and my love for the subject never waned. But I had expected my teachers at university to have more of a flair for the subject - most of them seemed to do it for want of something to do.
Midway into my fifth term though, something changed. I acquired a new tutor.
I knew we were getting someone new. One of my tutors had been taken quite ill fairly suddenly, and had had to be replaced at short notice. But I hadn't been expecting anyone especially different. I wandered into my tutorial room, lagging a little behind the other members of my group. Looking idly around, my eyes alighted on a stunningly beautiful woman, maybe five or six years older than my nineteen. Doing my best to hold my jaw off the floor, I tried to work out what she might be doing here - after all, she couldn't possibly be the tutor.
I quickly sat down, trying not to stare at her. She did what appeared to be a quick head count, and stood up.
I hoped my eyes weren't too wide. Who was this vision?
"Hi," she began, "I'm Claire. I'm going to be your tutor from today."
I hoped my grin wasn't scary. This would make life more interesting. One by one, we introduced ourselves back, and I suddenly found my enthusiasm for tutorials kick straight back in.
Immediately, she launched into our hour's teaching, and she didn't let up. Rather than ramble at us, like other teachers we had known, Claire constantly probed us with questions, ensuring that no one had an excuse to go to sleep. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I was being stretched and my time wasn't being wasted. Yet all the while, I was desperate to leave a good impression and wasn't sure if it was better to get an answer wrong or not know at all.
When the hour was up my classmates headed straight for the bar, as was customary on a Friday afternoon. I was preparing to follow them, but as I gathered my books Claire sat down beside where I was standing.
"Did I pitch that at the right level?" she asked me.
"Sure," I replied, doing my best not to trip over my words, "it worked for me." I realised what I said sounded far too much like a come on, but it was too late now.
"Good," Claire said, "I just wanted to be sure."
"Not being funny," I said, "but aren't you a little... young to be lumbered with us?"
"Probably," she answered with a smile, "I've just completed my PhD, this is my first teaching job."
I said my goodbye and followed the others to the Student's Union bar. When I got there I saw that there was a pint waiting for me, so I sat down.
"You were red throughout the whole hour," said Paul, one of my colleagues, "what's come over you?"
I blushed. "You need to ask?" I had always been very open about my sexuality at university, and it didn't take any amount of genius to see that Claire was very attractive.
"You're terrible," said Nicola, another of my classmates, "you always fall for impossible straights." Nicola was referring to an incident in the previous year when I had pursued a girl, convinced she was gay, only to end up with a messy rejection.
"What makes you think she's straight?" I asked.
"Helen, come on," replied Nicola, "I mean, look at her. You honestly think she might me gay?"
"Probably not," I admitted. My radar was pretty good, I didn't often get it wrong, and in all honesty there didn't seem to be anything 'dyke' about her. "You've got to admit though, very sexy."
"True," said Paul.
"Hands off," I said with a half smile, "I saw her first."
She had to be straight. We were seeing her about twice a week and so I was spending a lot of my time reading up on things in a feeble attempt to impress her, and while she was always friendly I never got the slightest impression that she might share my outlook on the world. Occasionally she would even make references to how attractive certain men were, and I had decided she was only ever going to be a fantasy to me. That said, though, I told myself that one day, I would ask her out.
Weeks passed, and the term was getting towards its end. Being shameless, I thought I would have to do something soon if I was ever going to, and decided that I would see if she would let me buy her a drink.
At the end of the next tutorial, during which I though I hadn't acquitted myself too badly, I lingered behind after the others headed off to the bar for a lunchtime pint or two. Claire was sorting out her papers, and noticed that I was still there.
"Anything I can help you with Helen?" she asked.
"No, not as such," I said, summoning all my courage, "I was just wondering if I could buy you a drink some time?"
Claire looked puzzled.
Worried that I had given the impression that I least wanted to, I continued, "Sort of as a thank-you. For stepping in this term."
"Oh right," she said, "I guess that would be okay. When did you have in mind?"
I quickly ran through my mental timetable and realised that I was free that evening. "How about later?"
"I think I'm free then," she said.
"See you in The George at eight?" I said. She nodded that that would be fine, and I thanked her and headed off on my way. I found the others in the bar.
"What happened to you?" asked Paul.
"I asked her out," I said, practically bursting with excitement.
"And?" enquired Nicola.
"And I will be buying her drinks tonight," I said with triumph in my voice.
Paul, Nicola and the other members of my group fell silent and stared at me. "What?" I asked.
"Helen, what are you doing?" asked Tim, another of the group. "You don't have any inkling that she's gay, and she's our tutor for Christ's sake."
"There's no law against it," I said, "what harm can it do?"
"Hmmm," said Nicola, looking sceptical.
"Well, good luck to you," said Paul.
"Thank-you Paul," I said, "at least someone has faith in me."
"And if it turns out that you're not her type," he went on, "then send her in my direction, will you?"
That afternoon I had a couple of lectures before I headed back across town to the flat I was sharing with some friends. I let myself in, and saw that no one was home except for Rachel, a medical student. She was frying some eggs in the on the cooker.
"Rach, it's four o'clock," I said by way of a greeting, "why are you cooking?"
"I'm playing hockey later," she said. I had forgotten that Monday was when she had her hockey training.
"What are you looking so pleased with yourself about?"
I flung my bag on a chair and sat down. "You know I told you about Claire?"
"The hopelessly straight tutor who you have been obsessing about for weeks, she with the brown hair, blue eyes and little mole on her neck who speaks with this really sexy voice and you want desperately," said Rachel, before smiling at me, "No, never heard of her. Remind me."
"Very funny. Well, I have a date with her tonight."
"Really?" said Rachel, nearly dropping her eggs. "Hang on, though, does SHE know it's a date?"
"Er..."
"Helen?"
"Not as such," I admitted, "but hey, it gives me something to work with."
"Well, good for you. I wish you luck. When are you off?"
"I have to be in The George by eight. Plenty of time."
I sat and chatted with Rachel for a while, then she had to go and no one else was back, so I went into my room. I was starting to get very nervous and thought about what I should wear while I had a shower. I decided I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard, so after my shower I selected a pair of khaki trousers and a tight sleeveless top. Once dressed, I knocked myself up a bit of pasta and ate it on the sofa in front of the television. My heartbeat kept skipping; I was terrified I would do something to blow it. What was I doing? I didn't stand a chance with her. It would all end in tears, I knew it.
I got to the pub at ten to eight and bought myself a drink. It wasn't too busy, which was good. I settled down in a corner and waited. By eight I thought I was about to have a heart attack. At two minutes passed I couldn't stop looking at my watch. At three minutes past I though I had been stood up. At four minutes past eight, Claire arrived.
She saw me at once, and I stood up. "Sorry I'm late," she said.
"Are you?" I asked, "I hadn't noticed. Can I get you a drink?"
"Okay, sure, thank-you. Glass of red, please." Wine. Sophisticated. I like that.
I got her her drink, and a second pint for me (the first one had been to steady my now shattered nerves), She smiled her thanks, and I sat down beside her. "Cheers," I said, raising my glass.
"So," she began, "to what do I owe the pleasure?"
"I... just thought it would be nice," I said.
"Fair enough," she responded. We made small talk for a while, discussed the weather, our mutual love for history, and I discovered that we also had in common an enjoyment of rugby. I waxed lyrical on England's Six Nations defeat of Scotland the Saturday just gone by, and she agreed, and I was finding her so easy to talk with.
"So what made you like the game?" I asked.
"A boyfriend at uni played, and the more I watched it, the more I discovered I liked it," she said.
"Are you still with him?" I probed, thinking that maybe all my friends had been right. Boyfriend. What chance now?
"No," she answered, "it didn't work out. Been single a while now. What about you?"
"I'm single too. Always the way."
"None of the history lads do it for you then?"
How do I answer that one, I wondered. I decided to lay my cards on the table. "I'm a lesbian, so no."
Claire took this in her stride, "Oh, right, okay." Then something seemed to dawn on her, "Helen, does that have anything to do with why you invited me here?"
"I'd be lying if I said no," I confessed, "another drink?" Before she could reply I got up for the bar. While I waited for my order I tried to work out how best to get myself out of this one. She was blatantly not gay, and I had good as admitted to her that I fancied her. I paid for the drinks and took them back to where she was sitting.
"You're still here then," I said, "to be honest, I'd understand if you wanted to leave now."
"I'm not just going to go," Claire said, "that would be rude, and besides, why would I want to?"
I wondered if she had heard me correctly before. "I thought you might feel uncomfortable."
"I must admit, I've never been propositioned by another woman before, if that was a proposition. Was it?"
I could only nod.
"I'm flattered," she said, "thank-you."
I felt slightly flat now, but was determined to enjoy the rest of the evening. I had missed my chance, but we got on so well I had no desire to call it a night. At least I could get a decent friend out of this, I thought.
By last orders we were both slightly the worse for wear, Claire more so than me. I asked her where she lived, she said it was a ten minute walk.
"I'll walk you home," I said.
"Don't be silly," she replied, "there's no need."
"I just want to make sure you get back alright."
"Oh, okay then," she said, slurring her words just a little. We got up and left the pub, chatting in a similar vein to the way we had been all night.
Claire's house was in a quiet road, a little further away than she had said. Her walking was a bit erratic, and on more than one occasion I had to put my arm around her to steady her. When we got to her front door she tripped a little on the step, but I caught her.
"Are you going to be okay?" I asked.
"Fine," she said, "are you going to kiss me goodnight?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're a lesbian, aren't you," she said drunkenly, "isn't that what lesbians do?"
"Claire, you're just drunk." I knew I fancied her like mad, but I wasn't going to take advantage.
She fell backwards onto the wall of the porch, and again I put my arm around her waist to keep her standing.
As I did this she leaned back against the wall and pulled me close to her, so that I was only inches away. I knew I should have walked away at that moment, but I would defy anyone not to get caught up in a moment like that. She looked into my eyes and mouthed 'kiss me' and I couldn't help but believe her.
She put her arms around my neck and pulled my face to hers and kissed me, deeply, passionately, with so much lust that I thought I could die. I could do nothing but kiss her back, nor did I want to do anything else.
Our tongues collided and I swear my knees went at that moment. I pressed her up against the wall and kissed her hard, the product of two months of fantasy suddenly becoming reality.
Eventually, Claire broke the kiss and scrabbled around in her bag for her keys. "Are you coming in?" she asked as she found them.
"Do you want me to?"
She thought about this for a second. "Yes, I do."
I followed her in and she led me straight upstairs to her bedroom. I was surprised she was being so direct, but hardly complaining. When we got there, she shut the door and pinned me against it, kissing me again. We were about the same height and size generally, and it felt, with her body pressed up against mine, that we fitted together very well. She ran her hands under my leather coat and felt my body through my top. I moved forwards, shrugged the coat off, and pushed her down onto the large bed in the centre of the room. Then I joined her, kissing her neck and pushing a knee between her legs. She moaned gently and pulled me on top of her, placing a hand on each cheek and bringing my lips down to hers. She felt so good to kiss, our mouths 'fitted' and she tasted of red wine, a taste that suited her.
Before this got too heated I raised myself up on my arms. I had drunk a lot of pints and wanted to do something about it before things got to a point where I couldn't break away. I asked her where the bathroom was, she told me, and I promised to be right back.
While in there, I let events catch up with me. I could not believe what was happening. This was beyond any realistic expectations I had had, and I expected to wake up any moment now. I tried pinching myself, but still I was in Claire's house, and now I was going to go back to her and make love to her for hours.
Or so I thought. When I got back into Claire's room she was fast asleep in the bed, and she looked so peaceful that I didn't want to wake her. Clearly the alcohol had taken its effect. Unsure of what so do, I took my shoes and socks off and sat down beside her, and stroked her hair, which was so soft to the touch.
I decided that I should stay, as it was getting late to be roaming the streets alone and I thought I should check that she was all right. I didn't know how she would react when she awoke sober in the morning and found me there, but I thought I'd take my chances. I tucked her up with duvet, lay myself down beside her, switched off the light, and slept.
When I awoke in the morning, it took a minute or two for me to remember where I was. I glanced around the unfamiliar room. It looked different with the morning sun streaming in through the curtains. I rolled over and saw that Claire was still fast asleep. I sat and watched her for a few minutes, thinking to myself how unbearably beautiful she was. I didn't want to leave, and as I had a free morning I decided that I wasn't heading off until Claire kicked me out.
I hauled myself up and out of bed. I still smelt of smoke from the night before and desperately wanted a shower, so I undressed, borrowed Claire's dressing gown and went into the bathroom that I had located the night before. I ran the shower hot and stepped into it, being immediately woken up fully by the blast of water.
Once satisfied that I was clean, I stepped out, towelled myself down put on the dressing gown again. I wandered downstairs to the kitchen and had a look around. Just by seeing how Claire arranged her kitchen I was seeing a side of her that was new. She was very neat, and I found the pot of coffee and put the kettle on.
Coffee made, I carried it back upstairs to her room. I opened the door quietly, but I could see that Claire was beginning to stir. I contemplated waking her with a kiss, but figured that if she awoke with regrets of the night before, that would be a bad way to begin. Instead, I put the mugs down on the bedside table and perched on the bed next to where she was.
Claire's eyes opened, and I held my breath. Much to my relief, when she saw me there she smiled tenderly and croaked, "Good morning."
"I made you some coffee," I told her, "how are you feeling?"
"All the better for seeing you," she replied.
Hurrah, I thought! Thinking it would now be okay, I bent down and kissed her lightly on the lips. Claire smiled in response.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Quarter to eight," I said, "when do you have to be in?"
"Irrelevant," she said, "I think I may have to phone in sick."
"Why, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned.
"Nothing whatsoever," she answered, before pulling me down to her. Before I knew it, her tongue was in my mouth, and I was on my back with Claire above me. The dressing gown I was wearing was fairly flimsy and had fallen open, and this fact was not lost on her. She eased herself up on her arms and looked down at me, admiring me - and I loved it.
Claire was still wearing her clothes from last night, and before my eyes she started to unbutton her blouse.
She let it hang open, revealing a nicely patterned bra underneath. I sat up so that she was straddling my lap and kissed her once more, while pushing her blouse away and searching for the clasp of her bra. I found it, undid it first time (yay!) and let the bra fall away to reveal her perfect breasts. Firm and round, big enough to provide hours of fun without being too big. I could see that Claire's nipples were already hard and slowly, I kissed and licked my way down her neck to them. When my lips made contact with her breasts she moaned softly, and when I sucked on her nipples she grabbed my head and pulled me closer into her.
I could feel that I, too, was getting very aroused, and the levels of passion increased. We were kissing one another wherever we could, and the breathing of both of us was becoming faster and deeper. I fumbled with the button to her trousers, far too desperate for her for me to be able to do delicate things like undo buttons.
Eventually I succeeded, and was rewarded when she got up from the bed, stood in front of me, and removed her trousers and underwear all at once. Now Claire was naked in front of me. This was something I had never thought I would see, and I wanted to savour the moment a little longer, but Claire practically threw herself at me.
We continued in a similar vein for a short time, but then Claire suddenly seemed less sure of herself. I stopped and asked what was wrong.
"Well, it's just that... I've never exactly had sex with another woman before," she said, "I'm not sure what to do next."
"Don't worry," I replied, doing my best to reduce any anxiety, "just let me show you."
Claire nodded, and I kissed her once on the lips. I rolled us over so that she was on her back, and once again, began my descent down her neck. When I got to her breasts again she sounded like she was purring, and dug her nails into my shoulder blades. One arm of mine was around her waist, and one was at the base of her head with the fingers running through her hair. I felt her turn and kiss the heal of that hand, then the palm and as I gave her more hand she started to lick the fingers, each in turn. I went a little lower still and ran my tongue along the line under her breasts.
Now I was at her navel and I kissed my way along every contour I could find. Claire clearly worked out, as she was very toned. I could feel how her muscles tensed and relaxed with every movement I made, and I could hear her sighing and gasping periodically.
As I continued my quest I deliberately avoided going anywhere near her pussy, though from the scent rising up I could tell she was extremely wet, and it was hard to resist the temptation to dive in straight away.
Instead, though, I kissed her smooth inner thighs and felt Claire part her legs further, seemingly inviting me to take her at once. Well, what could I do? I looked up, grinned at her, and lowered my mouth onto her waiting pussy.
What first hit me was how damn good she tasted! I decided straight away that I could quite happily have stayed there forever - I got the feeling she thought that too, given the way her groans immediately increased in volume. With my tongue I parted her inner lips and ran up from the base of her slit to the tip of her clit. She was so wet, my tongue and lips quickly became coated with her juices. I sucked briefly on her clit and she gasped, then I went a little lower and probed the opening of her pussy with my tongue. Her hands were now on the back of my head, pulling me into her as far as was possible. I realised that she needed more inside her than my tongue alone, and so brought a hand round from her waist and pushed the index finger into her.
Claire arched her back, and her moans became more animal as the desire within her grew. I added a second finger, then a third, even a fourth! I was impressed by how much his woman could take, and while my fingers were inside her my mouth went back to concentrating on her clit, which was rock hard my now. I could feel the way she responded when I took it into my mouth and ran my tongue around it, and with so many fingers she was being stimulated all over inside her pussy. Her breaths were now no more than shallow gasps and I could tell she was getting close to the edge. With my hand I made thrusting movements, and continued to lick and suck her clit, and her gasps turned to screams. Claire was bucking against my face and her whole body was spasming as she came hard onto me. She was practically shrieking as I buried my face into her pussy and worked her as hard as I could.
Finally, slowly, the orgasm subsided and Claire rejoined me on Earth. She looked utterly exhausted but very contented, and I climbed up and held her, bring her head into my chest. We lay there like that for a time, not saying anything, just enjoying the moment. I didn't know if I would get another opportunity to be with her like this, and I was damn well going to make the most of this chance.
I heard her murmur. "What was that?" I asked.
"Oh, nothing really," she said, "just thank-you. And wow."
"You're welcome," I said, smiling, and kissed the top of her hair. I held her tighter. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting to do that."
"I'm glad I could be of use," she said, with a sheepish grin.
I kissed her again, just because I needed to. I felt no need to pull away though, and so kept kissing her, doing to her mouth what I had been doing to her pussy not so long ago.
Claire pulled away suddenly and looked at me tenderly. "I want to do that to you," she said.
"Well," I replied, "I'm certainly not going to stop you."
Claire kissed me again, hard, deep, almost with force. I got the impression that she really wanted me, and when you have lusted after someone for months that is a very nice feeling. If she was going to go down on me then I didn't expect her to be brilliant - she may have had the years on me but when it came to this I had the experience, and there is no denying that it takes a little practice - but I was certainly prepared to give her the benefit of the doubt.
She began to kiss my neck, my jawbone, my ears, while her hands ran over my trunk and teased my breasts.
Claire was very obviously exploring my body; after all, I was previously uncharted territory. She was paying so much attention to every part of me, she seemed fascinated, and I loved the feeling of her lips caressing my skin so gently and yet so passionately at the same time. When she began to stroke my nipples with her tongue I felt like I could implode. She must have done this before, I thought to myself, as she certainly seemed to know where she was going. She lingered at my breasts for quite some time, licking, sucking, and even gently nipping my nipples, which had become very hard in her mouth.
I felt Claire's hand on my thigh, stroking me, and when she moved it inwards I instinctively opened my legs for her. She picked up on this and ran her thumb up and down my inner thigh, getting a little closer to my very moist pussy. I needed to feel her within me at that point, and widened my legs further still. When her fingertips brushed the outer lips of my pussy I thought I would die. The anticipation inside me was killing me.
Claire was so gentle, and though her teasing was bringing me to a state of rapture, I needed her to possess me now. I was doing my best to keep calm, but it was so hard.
When she suddenly entered me it felt amazing. I was so wet that her fingers slipped into me with such ease.
She was moving inside me, and I let myself slip into the rhythm she was creating.
Then, without warning, she pulled out of me. I was about to protest, but she shifted her body so that she was between my legs and sank down, bringing her mouth to my pussy. In delight I just let my head fall back onto the pillow. Claire's first move was to take a hard, long lick of my clit. I felt like I was in heaven. For a beginner, she sure as hell knew what she was doing. I didn't have to do anything as she circled my engorged clit with her tongue and took it into her mouth and sucked. My thighs tightened around her head, she was not going to escape now, I was too far gone.
Before I knew it, she had reintroduced her fingers to my dripping pussy and was thrusting them into me with every lap of my clit. The most marvellous feelings were going through my body in waves, I felt incredible.
When I actually came, I had no idea of how loud I was being, but it can't have been quiet. Claire was playing my pussy in the most wonderful ways, and must have been finding it hard to hang on as I thrashed around on the bed, in the grip of one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. She was hitting all the right spots, and in just the right way.
It couldn't last forever, though I wish it had. Eventually the waves lessened and I had to open my eyes. Claire had come back up to my level. I looked at her, incredulous. "Don't tell me," I said, "that you have never done that before. That was beyond amazing."
Claire blushed. "I just did what came naturally."
"My God," I said, falling back into the pillow, "my God."
Claire seemed more relieved than anything. She must have been worried about not putting on a good show, though she needn't have been. I sank into the feeling of bliss circulating around my body. She put her arms around me and we both dozed.
It was never going to last. We continued to see each other for three months, though it had to be kept quiet because of Claire being my tutor. I told all my friends that my 'date' had been a dismal failure, at her insistence.
The pressure of a secret relationship is what did it; neither of us enjoyed having to sneak around, though there were many more moments like that night, which almost made it worth it. In the end, though, it was simply too hard.
She left my university after we broke up, and we lost touch. I have no idea whether she continued life in this vein, or went back to men. I hope I made her see sense.