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Ms. McCall put her phone back in her bag. She turned to appraise me in my robe and pajama top. “It would be polite of you to greet her nude. She will be wearing almost nothing when she arrives.” For long moments, I stared at her, barely able to breathe. Blushing crimson, I complied, slipping my robe and top off. Ms. McCall indicated with her eyes that I could put my robe back on. The waiting seemed interminable. I glanced at Ms. McCall; she was looking at her watch. I heard a car driving up our street, parking, the car door shutting quietly. A few moments later Sophie was lightly tapping on the den door, and I opened it. Our eyes met and we shared a rueful grin. “You’re two minutes late. Do you need to be reminded about punctuality?” She swallowed, finally met Ms. McCall’s eyes. “No, Teacher.” She hesitated, wondering if explaining would make Teacher more or less irritable. “I had to tell the girls I was going out, might not be back before they went to sleep. And I had to dress properly.” She looked down at her chiffon robe. It was clear she was nude under it. “Did you tell them where you were going?” “No. But Melanie said ‘Say hello to Teacher for us’ as I left.” She smiled her mirthless smile, flicked her eyes çankaya escort from Sophie to me. “It would be polite to kiss your guest. Offer to take her robe.” I closed my eyes momentarily, rooted to the spot, trying to hide the panic I was feeling. Sophie glanced at Ms. McCall before looking back at me. “She seems anxious, Teacher. May I give her a little wine first?” Ms. McCall peered at me for a moment before silently nodding. Sophie took my arm gently, and led me into the kitchen. She turned toward me and sighed. “What happened?” she asked. I blushed crimson, still barely able to breathe. “She found me looking at a video online. Walked in on me.” Sophie nodded, gravely. “She caught me watching her training my next door neighbor. I’ve been her Student for about 8 weeks now. She called me Trainee for a month first.” I fumbled with the cork in the Merlot in the cabinet while she got the glasses down. Sophie took the bottle from my hands, set it down, and stood in front of me holding both my hands. “You don’t need to do this, you know.” I shook my head. “She took pictures.” I was near tears. “What if she shows Jennie?” I paused. “Or John?” “She will delete them if you ask.” I hugged rus escort her. My heart was pounding, and not just because of my fear. I was almost naked, hugging my nearly naked friend, and was aware of her attraction to me as never before. She held me, soft crooning little wordless murmurs of comfort, and stroked my hair and neck, my back. She kissed me softly on the side of the neck, then partially released me so we could look each other in the eyes, a teary smile just beginning on my lips. I leaned forward a few inches and brushed her lips with mine, goosebumps beginning to burst out everywhere. She returned my kiss with slightly open mouth, softly teasing my lips open with the tip of her tongue. Her fingers took my hand and lightly placed my fingertips on the chiffon just barely concealing her hardening nipple. God, I wanted her. Realized I had wanted her forever. “But she won’t let me have sex with you if you opt out now.” I stared at her for a few heartbeats. Then, taking the back of her neck and hair into my other hand, I kissed her. I hadn’t kissed anyone but John like this since we were married. Hadn’t kissed John like this in years. Not a tentative first-time kiss, this was a hungry eryaman escort aroused deep lovers’ kiss. Breathless, we stopped again, locked eyes, and knew we both wanted this. “I’m glad she called me instead of someone you didn’t know,” she whispered, stroking my hair and face. “I am too.” I brushed her nose with my lips. “What happens now?” “We go back and let her teach you,” she whispered. I nodded, unable to speak. Taking our wine glasses in her hand, Sophie took me by the hand and led me back to the den. Ms. McCall examined me closely upon her return, then arched an eyebrow at Sophie. Wordlessly, Sophie set down the glasses and removed my robe. “Shall we continue here, or would you prefer your bed?” My mind tumbled into a whirlpool. The den, where we might be seen by the neighbors? Or the bed I had shared with John for two decades? Seeing my indecision, Ms. McCall made the decision for me. “Please bring the Trainee upstairs, Student.” Sophie looked at the alarm in my eyes, gently took me by the arm and guided me to the stairs, gently removed my robe, and led me to sit on the edge of my bed. I caught a glimpse of John’s photo on my bureau. He seemed to be watching with his amused half-smile, wondering why I was doing this. I silently agreed with him. Ms. McCall brought me back to the present. “The Trainee needs to learn to receive before she can give.” She nodded at Sophie, who eased me onto my back with my feet still on the floor. Once again I heard the camera click from Ms.