My name is Alicia. I'm a geologist and I'm here in Colorado to find a new pocket of Rhodochrosite. Also a Microcline called Amazonite, a beautiful green and white mineral, and gold, silver or anything else of commercial value. I head the Geology Masters program at Stanford, in California, but I keep my eyes open for everything, even on a personal expedition like this.
One of my grad-students came along for the field experience. Carla is twenty-six and after her masters degree. She's from Boston, has a three point nine GPA and is fucking gorgeous. Did I mention that I'm a lesbian? Well, mostly BI, I still like the older, silver-haired guys too? They take a lot more time.
Carla's black, about five foot six inches with breasts that are at least thirty-eight's, maybe a C, big nipples and I don't know how she keeps them from getting in the way all the time. She's also very smart and will get her Masters degree when she finishes with the orals.
Whenever she comes to class without a bra I can hardly keep my eyes in my head. I want to lick them and suck on those nipples, but only a couple of people know I like girls and I want to keep it that way. They're all teachers now, at Stanford, that I went to school with and will keep their mouths shut. At least until I make department head. They're all rooting for me.
I received my PhD six years ago and am in line to replace Dr. Gordon when he retires next year. All those old fucks on the selection committee wanted in my pants and I wanted them to think they had a chance. None of them do but I have no problem letting them think it. I'm tenured now but I really want that chair as department head.
Besides, I get a kick out of watching them trying not to drool on their vests as they try not to appear to be ogling my tits while we talk. Sometimes it's hard to not just burst into laughter while they do that, but I don't want to piss them off.
I'm white, blond, the same height as Carla and thirty six years old. My breasts are thirty-four B but they're still very firm and stick out nicely. Small areola and nipples that are very sensitive. I don't need a bra but Carla sure does. It was so hot outside neither of us were wearing one then and her breasts were really moving around under her rather tight t-shirt.
It's white and her dark areola and nipples showed themselves so I had a difficult time concentrating on anything but them as we drove up through the mountains. The nipples really stick out, trying to poke holes in her shirt and I wondered what she felt as they moved, rubbing against her top. They looked bigger than usual so maybe she did feel it and it excited her.
'Does that excite her.', I thought, 'I hope so.'
When I mentioned this trip in class she stuck her hand up and asked if I needed help. I had planned it over the July fourth week and told her I like that Idea. I did need the help but I had another thing I needed help with besides looking for minerals. It has been a while.
The drive over from Stanford had been un-eventful. I took my Sequoia because I planned on hauling back a bunch of rocks and minerals. Heavy-duty but very comfortable and I liked seeing her breasts bounce around as we hit bumps. She was studying mine too as we drove, I saw her looking quite a few times and I could hardly wait for a chance to get closer.
I rented a lodge several miles north of Alma for two weeks starting the first and planned on hiking through some beautiful landscape looking for minerals. When we arrived there were two king sized beds in the one room and we were both exhausted after the drive. I just dropped my bags, fell face down on one and promptly went to asleep.
I didn't wake until around ten and it was dark. One night light was on and she was laying on the other side from me. I stood and looked back, over my shoulder, Carla was still sleeping. I stretched, twisting my lower back to sooth a kink and looked down at her. I still had my shorts on with a t-shirt and no bra.
I vaguely remembered hearing the shower earlier and she was laying there in a bathrobe so I assumed she took one. As she slept she moved around so the robe was completely open with her on her back, her breasts laying flat on her chest but, wow, they were Big.
They were very big and caramel brown with freckles, big nipples sticking straight up. The freckles were neat, I hadn't seen them before, but I've never seen her naked.
She had on a pair of peach colored panties, no bra so her breasts were completely exposed and her nipples looked like they were hard, excited. It was a little chilly in the room and when I looked down at mine they were firm too.
I put both hands on them and squeezed a little, moving my hands, rubbing my nipples and rolling them under my palms. When I pinched them I felt a jolt of energy run from my brain to my crotch. I jumped when I did that and must have made a sound because when I glanced up Carla was laying there with her eyes open and watching me.
She smiled, reached up, putting both hands on her breasts and started doing what I was, squeezing and rotating them to stimulate her nipples saying, "I've been watching you for months, hoping to catch you in a position to let you know I'm into girls too. I've known you are for a while now."
A frowning look prompted, "I asked another professor who'd known you before you graduated if you were into girls because I was interested. She told me about your very wild side. She also told me to keep my mouth shut because you were after the department chair and didn't want it to get around."
I had stopped what I was doing when I saw her eyes were open but was still gripping my breasts, speechless, as she talked. When she laughed I realized I was standing there with my mouth hanging open and started to giggle as I closed it. We both got a good laugh out of that and she sat up, cross-legged, facing me and scootched toward the headboard.
It was against a couple of windows and the curtains were open showing nothing but black. There were only mountains in that direction and I briefly wondered if anyone could see in.
'We're going to give them one hell of a lesson in lesbian sex if there is.' ran through my mind as I sat on the bed, at the foot, facing her and cross-legged too. Her panties were pulled up tight and I could see a dark camel-toe as I got seated. I chuckled at that thought, I love euphemisms some times.
"Take your top off.", she said then and I crossed my arms, reaching to grip the waist, pulling it up and off as she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. That made her breasts swing from side to side and my eyes followed them. When we finished she smiled and reached her right hand out, stroking my left nipple with her index finger, pushing it around and pinching it lightly.
I was instantly very aroused and could feel myself getting wet. Feeling the moisture seeping through my lips and into my panties was so stimulating that I started moaning and my breathing got a lot deeper. Then she reached her hand out and cupped my left breast, pinching the nipple harder with her thumb.
I shuddered from head to foot and she laughed again, but this time it sounded like a cat that's just caught it's dinner. That deep, purring rumble a big cat lets out as it settles to consume what it's just caught and killed.
I reached both my hands out and cupped her breasts, lifting them with my palms and fingers, feeling their weight and rolling her nipples with my thumbs. Her breathing got very deep and a load moan slid from her throat. When I pinched her left nipple her breath caught and she shuddered too. I could smell her, me, both of us, I didn't know or care. My nostrils flared as I inhaled deeply, savoring that smell.
We leaned toward one another and as she reached for the back of my head with her left hand I did the same move with mine. We each pulled the other and opened our mouths, sticking our tongues out and licking. We swapped back and forth sucking the others tongue and trying to mouth fuck the other with our own.
When she pulled back I did too and we sat each holding one of the others breasts, a hand behind the others head, staring into each other's eyes. Her look was almost predatory and I thought, 'Okay, I'm the prey to her predator this time. I like that game but next time I get to hunt her. This is going to be a fun week.'
I tried to think of something sad so I could put a homeless, lost look in my eyes. Then I remembered holding a friend recovering from a very bad accident, she had come very close to dying. I wanted to drive Carla wild.
I knew I got it right because she literally growled and Threw me back on the bed. She grabbed the waistband of my shorts, yanking at them and the button popped off as they slid to my knees. I heard the little tink as it hit the window, but I couldn't look away.
She looked at me with her eyes wide and so intense it almost frightened me. The look a panther gives their prey just before they pounce. Eyes wide open, fixed with no movement, pupils dilated and she did look like one of those black South American cats. Like the pictures I've seen, them hiding in the leaves.
She kept me locked in that gaze as she slowly finished removing my shorts. She was in control and I pulled back, looking lost I hoped, to feed whatever fantasy she was playing in her head. I succeeded.
She tossed the shorts aside away, then did the same with my panties. Slow but intense, clenching, pulling, every muscle in her body tense and I could hear them try to tear as she very slowly tore them off me, but her eyes held mine in a thrall, never losing contact, and I just lay there like a spot-lit rabbit.
She threw her left leg over my stomach, grabbing my hands and clamping them to the bed on either side of my head, then lunged at my breasts. The cat again, that first ripping bite to tear open the prey, and that image startled and frightened me.
But when she sucked my right nipple into her mouth it was a soft caress that I felt and it spun my mind like a top. When she flicked it with her tongue I instantly came very hard. It came on so quick I didn't even have time to take a breath and felt dizzy as I expelled what little air I had left in my lungs.
It came out with a breathy 'Squeak' sound and I couldn't draw another breath as I lay there getting dizzier and watching her have her own orgasm. After we'd both calmed a little and I could breathe again she rolled off me to my right side. I took her in my arms as we rolled.
She cuddled up to me and said, "Thank you momma." I was stunned and pulled back, looking a question at her.
She said, "I like both roles, the dominate and the sub. I wanted that tonight but if it bothers you we should talk."
I looked at her and said, "I like to switch back and forth too. No, it doesn't bother me."
She put her right hand behind my head then and pulled me in for another kiss. I smiled, kissing her back and we did that for some time, talking and enjoying relaxing with one another. Touching and slowly recovering from our orgasms.
We fell asleep as we lay there and I remembered her telling me about her last lover. How they'd just seemed to drift apart, each getting into things the other had little interest in, like her geology.
Her name was Sunny, of all things, and she was mostly into the beach and surfing. Appropriate name. I fell asleep as she told me all they'd had at the end was sex. Good sex, but nothing else.
I fell asleep while we held each other.
My eyes popped open when an errant beam of sunlight reflected off the mirror and hit them, then immediately slammed shut because it was so intense and painful. It took me a couple of minutes to get used to the light and when I could see again a glance at the clock on the night stand told me it was nine AM.
Carla was still sleeping with the sun on the back of her head. I lay there, looking at her and remembering last night. I could feel myself start to get excited remembering, smiled and lounged in that soft and sexy place. Maybe I moved or made a sound but Carla's eyes drifted open and she smiled.
She started to stretch then found her arms tangled in mine so she switched it to a very nice hug. I could simultaneously feel her nipples poking into my breasts and mine into hers. What a marvelous feeling and when I shifted my shoulders they drug across each other's sending electric shocks through me and her.
I could feel her shudder or convulse, I don't know, it just excited me to feel it. She rolled up on top and sat back. I could feel her pressed against me, hot, like a furnace and she started rocking her pelvis against mine. She has 'Pouty' outer lips, thick and they protrude enough that she could rub against my lips while doing that. That was sexy as hell and we kept it up for a while.
I finally said, "I brought a couple of things I thought we might enjoy. I brought them for me but now we can share them. It'll be even sexier." And I went to my carry-on duffle. Nobody carried this for me and I kept some neat stuff in it. There were a couple of dildos I carved from stone I collected myself.
One was from a Lapis Lazuli specimen I found at the Sar-i-Sang mine in the Kocha valley of northern Afghanistan. It took me more than 12 hours from the nearest town by road to get there, there are no roads, you make them as you go and many have died on the trip.
But I turned it into a beautiful dildo, dark-blue with white stripes and intense gold sparkles from the Pyrites. It's called 'Fools Gold' because thousands of prospectors during the California gold-rush brought it to the assayers thinking there'd struck it rich. FeS2, Iron Sulfide, simple but beautiful when polished.
I had another, a beautiful pink and green jasper one, Unakite, that I also carved from a piece I picked up while exploring the Unaka mountains in North Carolina.