A fifty-two-year-old woman discovers she’s put her sensual needs on hold for far too long.
Stacey Tanner hadn’t planned on losing her job during the recession while supporting herself and her dependent son. Deciding to go back to college, the last thing on her mind was reigniting her dormant sex life. When lust presents itself in the form of a hot young coed, she gives in to temptation and ultimately embarks on earning more than an advanced degree.
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After class I followed Kristen out of the classroom and all but offered to carry her books while trying to think of something witty to say. Humor an older woman: want to come over to my place and see my DVD collection? I stifled a chuckle and asked instead, “Where are you headed?”Tags: F/F, lesbian, May/Dec, Cougar, Campus sex, erotica
“I’m going to grab some food. Want to celebrate?”
“Sure.” I didn’t have to look at my schedule to know I had a two-hour break before my next class. “I’m Stacey, by the way.” I quickly put out my hand; she lingered over our greeting until I worried my palms would melt.
“Right.” My face heated up.
“You’re quite knowledgeable about women, Stacey Tanner.”
“And not just authors.” I became transfixed on the delicious hint of a smile playing at her lips. “I’ve been around.”
“What’s your major?” she asked.
“I’m not sure yet,” and I wasn’t, up until then, “but either Women’s Studies with a minor in psychology or the other way around. You?”
“I see, not only pretty, but bright as well.”
“I find intellect very sexy. What about you?” She moved up closer, nudging my arm with her shoulder and giving off a strong current. If I didn’t want to be led to temptation, I’d have some fight. As it was, she had me at ‘you’re quite knowledgeable.’
We strolled out of the building and into the sunshine. The center of campus was teaming with an infectious vibrancy; it was hard not to get caught up in the excitement. She sure was perky, her sing-song voice with emphasis on the end of her sentences and the spring in her step were contagious too. She wasn’t shy. I enjoyed the carefree flow of her conversation as though we had known each other more than the length of one class and a few minutes and were destined to be great friends.