Patience's Virtue

A few days after her breakup with Richard, Patience approached Beth in the gym. As Patience was no longer a student of Beth, she felt no conflict at approaching her.

"Hi, Coach Joyner," Patience said.

"Why, hello Patience," Beth said, looking her up and down. Patience had taken particular care with her outfit. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt and a white, almost see-through, top with a black leather vest. She also had on sheer black stockings, boots, and a touch of cologne dabbed behind her ears and on the backs of her knees.

Beth Joyner had a nice smile, and now she smiled at Patience, obviously pleased to be seeing her. It was no secret that she went with women, and now that Patience was no longer one of her students, she also felt no conflict at being approached.

"I wanted to ask you about intramural softball," Patience said.

"Oh, what about it?" Beth replied.

"Oh, you know, about when you're going to start practice, who's going to be on the team, that sort of stuff."

Beth looked down at her watch. "Well, I really don't have time right now. I have another class. Why don't you come to my office this afternoon at around four, and we can discuss it. Are you interested in being on the team?"

"Definitely," Patience said.

"Okay, then I'll see you around four, okay?"

* * *

At five minutes after four o'clock, Patience showed up at Coach Joyner's office in the back of the gym. By this time, all the day's classes were over, and the place was nearly deserted. She walked down the hall, past the showers, to where the offices were. She knocked on Coach Joyner's door. "Come in," she heard. She opened the door.

Beth Joyner was in a rumpled sweatsuit. She had patches of sweat around her neck, and under her armpits. She smiled at Patience. "You caught me before I had a chance to clean up after my workout. Would you like to wait here, or follow me to the showers?"

Patience said, "I'll go to the showers with you, I guess."

"Good, we can talk while I clean up," Beth said.

Beth grabbed a toiletries bag and a towel, and the two women left her office and walked down to the showers. The place was deserted. Beth hung her towel on a hook, and wearily sat down on a bench in front of some lockers. "Whew," she said wearily, "it was a long day. I had classes all day, then I did fifty laps around the gym and lifted weights."

"You must be tired, then," Patience said.

"Yeah, a little. I guess I'm ready for a nice dinner and some wine."

Patience hesitated a little, and then said, "So, where do you live, Coach?"

"I have an apartment off campus in the Ghent section of town," she said, as she untied her shoes.

"Oh yeah? I live in Ghent, too. They have a great Chinese restaurant there. It's called `Golden China' and the egg rolls are to die for."

"Oh yeah!" Beth said enthusiastically, slipping her sweatshirt off. Underneath she wore an athletic bra. Patience saw with interest that Beth Joyner's breasts were medium-sized and appeared firm. She also got a whiff of the older woman, a mixture of sweat and, strangely, some light floral scent. It was very appealing.

Patience decided to take a chance. "Listen, Coach, why don't we go have dinner together at the Chinese place. We can talk about the softball team there."

Beth got up and slipped off her sweat pants. Underneath, she wore surprisingly feminine, pink cotton panties trimmed with lace. Patience noted that, while Beth Joyner wasn't the slimmest woman she'd ever seen, she certainly wasn't fat. Beth was slightly stocky, but it looked to be all muscle.

She also had a nice smile. She turned it on Patience, and Patience's heart skipped a little beat. "That would be nice. Why don't we?" She stood up, and without a trace of self-consciousness, slipped out of both her bra and panties, right in front of Patience. Patience couldn't help but blush a little, but she still admired Beth's body.

Beth had well-developed thighs, firm calves, a firm belly, and a thick patch of dark pubic hair. For a single, heart-stopping moment, she looked right into Patience's eyes. Slowly, almost sensuously, she reached up and took her towel down from the hook, then, with a glance over her shoulder, she stepped into the shower.

Patience could feel a spark of excitement growing in the pit of her stomach, and spreading downward to her pussy. "So what position do you play?" Beth called from the shower.

Patience stepped over to the shower room opening. Inside, Beth had the shower running. She was washing her hair. Patience could see the muscles in her arms rippling as she worked the lather through her hair.

"I usually play shortstop, but I can play second base, also," Patience said.

"Shortstop is a very difficult position," Beth said. "You have to be able to think fast." She stepped out of the shower stream and began lathering her body, starting at her feet and working her way up.

Patience watched her carefully from the shower opening, especially when Beth washed her pubic area, and then between the firm globes of her butt. She finished by washing her face. As she rinsed, she stretched her arms above her, casually displaying her large, smooth, athletic body to Patience's avid gaze.

Patience's mind was filled with images of Beth's body. She imagined herself kissing Beth's breasts, her stomach, even her pussy. She imagined Beth kissing her in the same places. She couldn't help but blush again.

Beth finished her shower, and turned off the water. Grabbing the towel, she rubbed herself briskly. She stepped out of the shower room. She had not bothered to wrap the towel around her. Instead, she practically paraded around nude in front of Patience, letting the young student get a nice look at her body. It seemed that Beth now had an idea of where the night was leading, and wanted to tease Patience a little. As she walked by Patience, she exuded a clean, fresh, warm smell that Patience found intoxicating. Once again, her pussy responded with a spurt of moisture.

Beth reached down into her gym bag and pulled out panties, jeans, socks and a shirt. These she put on. Then she went to the mirror, and gave her short hair a few strokes with the comb. She put on her shoes and announced, "Well, I'm all ready, and starved. Let's go get some food."

During dinner, they discussed softball, Patience's classes, Beth's classes, and other things they found interesting. When dinner was over, they walked out to Beth's car. "Well, I suppose I should take you back to school to pick up your car."

"Well, I'm not in a hurry to go home. Why don't we take a drive, listen to some music? It's a nice night, let's not waste it."

Beth didn't waste a second before saying, "Okay."

They drove around for an hour, and finally ended up at Beth's apartment. "Let's go in for some wine," she suggested.

"Okay," Patience said.

They went inside. It had gotten cool, so after Beth got the wine and started some music on the stereo, the two women cuddled up on the couch together. At first, they sat on opposite ends of the couch, with only their feet touching. But after Patience went to the bathroom, (where, incidentally, she removed her panties and stockings from under her leather miniskirt), they sat together on the same end, Patience leaning against the older woman.

Patience was a little surprised that their meeting had turned into a date, and one that was going to end up in bed. She decided that, if she was honest with herself, she had wanted it to end up this way. She had wanted Beth Joyner for a while. Today, she had simply acted on it. It occurred to Patience that, when she wanted something, she went out and got it. She wasn't aggressive or bitchy about it--indeed, she considered herself to be a nice enough person. Usually, she went about it in a nice way. But she did get what she wanted. And tonight, she wanted Beth Joyner. From the looks of things, Beth wanted her, too.

She leaned a little more on Beth. Instinctively, the older woman put her arm around Patience. Beth gradually moved her hand up until she was carefully, with a studied casualness, cupping Patience's breast. Patience's nipples grew hard. She looked up and saw Beth smiling down at her. Without a word, she reached up and drew the other woman down to her. They exchanged a tentative, searching kiss, that gradually grew longer and deeper.

Patience could feel her excitement grow as Beth ran her hands along the younger woman's slim flanks, molding and kneading the firm muscles. They kissed again and again. Soon, both of the women were breathing heavily. Patience could feel Beth's hands caressing her smooth, bare thighs, then steal upward towards the apex of her legs, where her moisting pussy lay waiting.

As Beth hooked a finger into Patience's cunt, she grunted a little and murmured, "Oh, you're wet, honey."

"I know," Patience murmured back.

They stayed like that for another half-hour, Beth gradually working Patience up to a fever-pitch of sexual excitement. At the end, Patience was suckling Beth's breasts and moaning "Let's go in the bedroom!" while Beth played with her pussy lips and asshole.

Beth smiled. She was going to enjoy this very much! She had learned long ago to delay her pleasure, to make it last, to savor it. Patience was going to be exquisite, and Beth wanted to make sure that she enjoyed herself.

But in the end, the warmth and pressure of Patience's gentle sucking on her breasts convinced her--the feeling was going straight to her own pussy and she needed some relief. She got up from the couch and led the eager young woman to the bedroom.

Patience could hardly wait to get her clothes off. She pulled her white top off over her head, practically tore off her bra, unzipped the leather skirt, and there she was, gloriously nude. For a moment, Beth stood transfixed. Patience's body was beautifully proportioned, not like the older, masculine dykes she usually ended up going to bed with. Sometimes it was difficult to tell them from men, with their jeans, flannel shirts and thick, ungainly bodies.

Blonde-haired, blue-eyed Patience was very feminine, very attractive, and apparently very horny, since she began undressing Beth as soon as she herself was undressed. As she stepped closer, the heat and scent of the the exquisite younger woman washed over Beth, and she felt another spurt of moisture in her pussy. This made her hurry a little more, which caused her to stumble getting her pants off, which caused both of them to laugh.

But finally, they were both nude, and on the bed, and entwined in a lustful lesbian embrace. Patience struck her as eager, yet inexperienced. Beth asked, "Patience, have you ever been with a woman before?"

Patience blushed a little and said, "No. Does it show that much?"

"Not really. I just wanted to know."

This time it was Beth's turn to suck Patience's breasts. They were marvelous! Firm and soft and just the right size. There was a scent coming off of them--not a perfume or cologne, just a warm, womanly wholesome scent evocative of clean, well-cared for youth--that drove Beth wild. Patience gave out little whispered cries of rapture and instinctively opened her legs wide as Beth moved slowly down her body, savoring every inch of Patience's smooth skin.

Eventually, and with Patience sobbing with pent-up sexual tension, Beth made it down to the younger woman's sweet honeypot. It was wet to overflowing with pussy juice--Patience was ready. With Patience mewing impatiently and pushing her cunt toward Beth's face, the older woman began kissing the satiny-smooth skin of Patience's inner thighs. She could feel Patience's overheated pussy as she approached. When she finally got there, Patience was practically crying with anticipation. Beth kissed all around the swollen outer pussy lips, then slipped a warm, wet tongue into the wet chasm between the inner lips.

"Ohhhh, god, that feels good!!" Patience groaned in pleasure and relief.

Beth pushed back on Patience's thighs, and the girl eagerly pulled them back, opening her pussy up in the process. Deciding against teasing the girl any further, Beth dived into Patience's sweet pussy, and began licking and kissing and sucking for all she was worth. Patience was transfixed. For a moment, she lay rigid, absorbing the sensations flooding through her. Beth knew how to eat pussy, and she employed all her artistry on Patience. Patience's whole world centered on the lips and tongue of Beth as she laved the younger woman's pussy from clitoris to asshole. Indeed, Beth spent a lot of time at Patience's shrinking little rosebud, rimming her thoroughly, and then piercing it. As she did, she marveled at the sweetness of Patience's body. She felt like she could eat her up, tits, pussy and all.

Patience squirmed and moaned and groaned, obviously in the throes of sexual bliss. She reached down and opened her pussy lips and said, "Oh, Beth, eat my pussy up! Eat me! Lick me! Make me come!!"

Beth could tell that Patience was already very close. She decided to put an end to the sweet girl's suffering and give her the climax she was so desperate for. She moved up to the top of Patience's pussy, and with sweetly sucking mouth and lips, began concentrating on her clit.

It was as if an electric jolt galvanized Patience. "Oh god! Unghhh! That's it! Don't stop, darling! Right there, ohh, ohh, ahhh!!" The younger girl tensed, straining mightily towards the orgasm that she wanted so much. Beth took Patience's clit between her teeth and nipped, ever--so--slightly, and the girl went ballistic. She practically screamed as the tidal wave of orgasm swept over her, transporting her to another time, another dimension, another place, where sensation ruled all, and there was nothing but pleasure, pleasure, pleasure.

Patience didn't realize until much later, when she'd experienced a number of climaxes, that she had been crying out her joy over and over again. When the sensations finally subsided, and she was able to catch her breath, she looked down at Beth, a little embarassed. "Was I making too much noise?" she asked.

Beth smiled delightedly. "No, not at all. I loved hearing you enjoy yourself so much."

"That was wonderful," Patience said. "Can we do it again?"

Beth crawled up beside Patience on the bed. The younger woman immediately snuggled into the older, and with a small, childlike voice, said, "I really liked that, Beth. I really, really did."

"Well, we're not finished yet, my darling. We have the whole night to enjoy ourselves."

They spent the rest of the night pleasuring each other again and again. They never did remember to talk about the softball team.

Chapter Six

Langdon closed his English textbook and walked up to his instructor's desk at the front of the classroom. He had a question about the Hemingway story they had just studied in class, and we wanted to ask his instructor.

He waited for a few minutes for the group of students to disperse. Lauren Black was popular; she always had a crowd of students around her desk at the end of class.

As he stood there waiting, Langdon studied her casually. Lauren was not drop-dead beautiful. She did not have a great body--instead, she was slightly chunky. Her hair was a mousy shade of brown, and she generally wore unflattering clothes: Ill-fitting suits and baggy pants. She also wore large round eyeglasses, which sometimes gave her an owlish appearance.

But Langdon, like many young men, still found her attractive. It was her face that attracted them. Lauren had, in Langdon's words, "the kind of face you'd love to make love to". Of course, Langdon had never told her that. Lauren's face was seductive and seemed to invite attention. Her mouth was wide, her lips sensuous. Her teeth were straight and white and showed nicely when she smiled. But it was mainly her eyes that had captured Langdon and the other young men (and some of the young women). They were large and brown and smilingly romantic, and Langdon dreamed of waking up to them in bed in the morning. In some of his lewder fantasies, he dreamed of Lauren looking up at him worshipfully as she sucked his cock, and then opening those brown eyes wide as he spurted into her mouth. Langdon, over the course of the semester, had become enamoured of Lauren. He sometimes thought about her as he fucked Roberta--although Roberta had her charms as well.

He had learned a lot from the older woman, including something called the "69" in which they ate each other simultaneously. Usually, Langdon got on top of Roberta with his cock hanging down at her mouth. They then licked and sucked each other to climax. Langdon would never forget the first time he had made Roberta come like that. She had been sucking him ardently, her cries of pleasure muffled by the huge, iron-hard cock in her mouth. Langdon had used his whole mouth on her flowing, excited pussy, concentrating on her clitoris. When her climax had overtaken her, she had screamed out her ecstasy over and over again, never letting him escape from her mouth. Then her mouth, as if softened and moistened by the repeated pleasure of her multiple climaxes, had seemed to take on a life of its own. Roberta had thrown her arms around his waist and pulled up, so that his aching prick was forced even deeper into her throat. She was deep-throating him! Her mouth had become very wet and soft, and Langdon could feel every stroke of her tongue on him. He thrust gently, fucking her mouth. Roberta, a woman possessed by now, met every thrust, taking him deeper and deeper.

"Oh god, baby, that feels good," Langdon moaned. "I'm gonna come right down your throat!"

"Mmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm!!" Roberta groaned enthusiastically.

Her tongue worked up and down his shaft, and then scraped lovingly across the head of his prick. The suction she applied was wonderful! He felt as if she was drawing his semen out of him, as indeed she was.

Langdon couldn't take much of that--no man could. With a deep, deep groan, he announced, "Oh baby, I'm gonna come right down your throat. I hope you're ready, Roberta, 'cause this is a big one!"

Roberta's reply was to pull up on his waist again, once again taking his ready-to-spurt cock deeply down her throat. Langdon began crying out his rapture as he felt a hot bead of intense pleasure-pain travel down the length of his cock. Suddenly, Roberta was almost flooded by a huge sticky burst of sperm as Langdon's climax roared through him and he pumped gout after gout of thick white man-juice into Roberta's hungry mouth.

"Unghhh, ungh, ungh, ungh!!!" Langdon grunted as he emptied his semen-laden testicles. Roberta sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed.

"Langdon, oh Langdon, wake up!" said a voice that seemed to come from far away.

Langdon snapped out of his sexy reverie. He had been daydreaming. He realized that the other students were gone. He was alone with Lauren, and he had an embarassingly large hard-on.

"Earth to Langdon," Lauren said, smiling. "You were a million miles away!" She looked at him slyly, a smile on her face. "I'd like to know what you were thinking about."

Langdon blushed. He had been caught! He caught just the slightest movement of Lauren's eyes down to his crotch, where his erection made a noticeable bulge in his jeans. "I, uh, have a question, Ms. Black," he managed to say.

"Okay, what can I do for you?" she asked. She was still smiling.

You can suck my cock, Langdon thought. But he said, "I think that I'm finally understanding a little of the story. They had been reading Hemingway's The Sun Also Rises.

"So the main character is actually impotent," Langdon said, suddenly even more embarassed. His erection had not gone down--it was, if anything, larger than before.

"Yes, that's right," Lauren replied.

"Well then, why doesn't the woman leave him?" Langdon asked.