Date: Wed, 16 Jun 1999 15:50:48 EDT
From: TopShellf
Subject: Perceptions

Perceptions
by TopShellf

Stacy and I were tired.  It had been a long day doing volunteer work for
our sorority with some underprivileged children in the local town.  The day
had been made longer by the fact that we had given up a Saturday to do the
work, but the looks on the children's faces and their happy laughs had made
things worthwhile.  Yes, we were tired, but it was a satisfied tired as we
began to make our way back to our college in the small town about 20 miles
away from the "big city" that we found themselves in.

I was behind the wheel, trying to make my way through the unfamiliar
streets and Stacy was looking around, trying to help navigate but also
taking in all of the sights.

"Hey, isn't that Professor Rollands over there?" Stacy exclaimed as I was
stopped at a stop sign, trying to decide which way to turn.  I looked
quickly in the direction that Stacy pointed and saw the woman just getting
out of her car.  It took me several moments to realize that it was in fact
our former freshman English professor getting out of her car and walking
down the street.

I was surprised to see Professor Linda Rollands for two reasons.  First of
all, it didn't appear to be that great of an area of town.  Most of the
buildings were made of brick or stone and there weren't that many widows or
lights around.  The area was clean enough but seemed too sterile to me, not
the kind of place you would expect a single woman to be walking.  The
second was the way that she was dressed.  She looked, well....sexy.
Certainly the 30 something professor had never worn a skirt that short
around the classroom.  Most of the time, her attire was rather
unremarkable, conservative even.  In fact, if it hadn't been for the
college's faculty sticker on her windshield, I wouldn't have believed that
the woman that I was looking at and Professor Rollands were the same
person.

"Man, can you believe that's the same woman who lectured us two years ago?"
said Stacy, breaking my thoughts.

"No, that's too wild", I replied as we both watched her move down the
street.

"Hey, park the car," said Stacy, "I've got to know where she's going that
has her so dressed up".  I could hear the excited tone of Stacey's voice
which was a little weird, but I had to admit that I also got a thrill at
being able to catch our teacher in such an uncharacteristic moment.

I hesitated for a moment, deciding what to do, but then turned the corner
in the direction that Linda Rollands was walking and quickly found a place
to park along the street.  We watched as the college professor walked to
the only lit doorway on the block; an unassuming place that had the look of
working class bar.  There was a sign over the door, but neither of us could
make it out from where we sat.

"Come on, lets go see what this place is" Stacy said excitedly and began to
open her door.

"Are you crazy?, We don't know anything about that place.  It could be a
private club, or worse some massage parlor or something" At the words
'massage parlor', Stacey's eyes light up.

"Oh, cool", she squealed.  "That's probably it, Professor Rolland's is
moonlighting as one of those massage parlor girls that give men blowjobs
for fifty bucks".

"Oh, that's gross", I said, wishing that we hadn't seen the professor, one
way or the other, but Stacy wasn't about to let this one go.

"Oh come on, you know that you're just as curious as I am.  Besides, when
have I ever gotten you into anything dangerous?"  Before I could answer she
was out of the car and standing part way down the block, looking back at
me.  Why was I so nervous?  True it wasn't that great a neighborhood, but
at least there were some lights and there didn't seem to be anyone else
around, plus the doorway was only a block away.  Before I thought about it
much more, I was out of the car and walking up to Stacy who had this
triumphant smile on her face.

As we approached the door, we found out that it was in fact a bar.  The
name of the place, "Perceptions" hung over the doorway, somewhat subdued as
compared to other bars that I had been.  We went through the door and
quickly tried to spy Professor Rollands so we could reach a vantage point
unobserved.  Stacey quickly saw her across the room and motioned me to
follow her.  We scooted around the edge of the room so that we kept the
professor's back to us and then found a booth into which we quickly slid.

"I knew she had to be going to some kind of bar" said Stacy as she looked
at our teacher.  "Why else would she be dressed up like that if she wasn't
trying to pick up some guy?"

I looked over at Linda to see what kind of guy she as meeting, but only saw
her talking with another woman who had sat down at her table.  The two
seemed to be chatting casually, so I began to look around at the other
patrons.  As I was looking around at the mix of different folks there, a
waitress showed up and Stacey ordered us a couple of beers.  After she
left, I looked back around.  There were lots of different folks in the bar,
some casual jeans and t-shirt folks, some more dressed up and a couple of
folks in leather jackets or dresses.  Quite a mix I thought.  Then it
dawned on me what they all had in common...They were all women!!  There
wasn't a man in the place.

I was shocked almost to the point of speechlessness.  My sorority sister
and I had stumbled into a lesbian bar.

"Oh my god, Stacey" I whispered.  She stopped watching Professor Rollands,
and looked at me with some concern on her face.  "Stacy", I whispered,
"this is a lesbian bar" She looked at me in surprise and then quickly
scanned the room to confirm my conclusion.

"Oh this is *so* outrageous" was all that she said, but the huge grin on
her face spoke volumes about how she felt.  She had the look of a child
that had just discovered some naughty little secret.  It was amazing.  She
was obviously enjoying the predicament that we found Linda Rollands and
ourselves in.

"You can't be serious about staying" I said, seeing her grin.

Sure, why not.  You mean that you're not in the least curious about what
she's doing here?  Or what *they* do?  Stacey was always the more
outrageous of the two of us, always looking for those things on the edge of
reckless.

"Of course not" I replied.

"You've never thought about it?  Ever?" she grinned like the cat that ate
the canary.

"Well" I started but then the waitress showed back up with our beers.

I went to pay the waitress, but she said that there wasn't any charge.
"Compliments of the two ladies at the bar".  Stacy and I both looked over
where the waitress indicated and saw two women smiling back at us.  They
were both fairly attractive, tall, moderately thin, dressed in jeans and
polo shirts. The blonde appeared to be looking at Stacy while the brunette
seemed to be looking directly into my eyes.  To say the least, I was
shocked and not a little nervous to have received such an open proposition
from another woman.

I just sat there like a bump on a log, but Stacy, always the outrageous
one, raised her glass in thanks and smiled.  I almost choked on my beer
right then and there and almost broke my foot trying to kick her under the
table. "STACEY" I hissed, "What are you trying to do?"

"Oh lighten up", she smiled back at me "its not like we're actually going
to sleep with them".  Suddenly she looked over where Linda was sitting and
noticed that she had gotten up.  "Hey, she's going somewhere", she said.  I
turned in our professor's direction and saw her walking behind the other
woman who was at her table.  We both watched as the two women walked
through a door at the back of the bar.  Stacey immediately got on her feet
and looked at me.  The implication was clear.

"Are you crazy, they probably just went to the bathroom" I said, seeing
that look in her eyes.

"No way", she replied, "The bathroom is over there" pointing to another
corner of the bar.  "I bet that they're going to go do something wild" she
said.  That gleam was back in her eyes and I had to admit that is was
infectious.  "Come on, aren't you at least curious?" she asked as she
smiled down at me.

Damn her!  I was curious and scared stiff at the same time.  I looked at
her, pleading with my eyes for her to sit down or give up on this folly and
get out of here.  But she just smiled down at me with those wild eyes.
Before I knew it, I was on my feet following Stacy towards the back door I
was lost and I knew it.

We made our way to the back door, Stacy leading of course.  She opened the
door quietly and looked in.  I looked over her shoulder and saw a somewhat
dimly lit hallway.  She looked back at me, smiled nervously and proceeded
on.  Once inside the door we found that we had a choice of either going
left or right.  Stacey looked both directions and, not seeing any sign of
Professor Rollands, headed down the hall to the left with me close behind
her.  We walked cautiously down the hall without seeing anyone.  Every so
often there was a door on one side of the hall but no other clues as to
what Linda Rollands was up to.

I was trying to figure out what this place was until we passed by one of
the closed doors.  There were sounds coming from behind that door that were
unmistakable; some woman was in the throes of a powerful orgasm.  I looked
at Stacey and she looked back at me with the biggest grin on her face.  She
could be such a kid sometimes.

We turned a corner and found the end of the hall without finding any sign
of Professor Rollands.

"Come on" I said turning and heading back to the exit.

"Hang on" she said "We didn't look up the other hall"

"Stacey" I pleaded, "lets just go OK?".  As we approached the entrance
where we came in, I saw the two women who had bought us the beers standing
by the exit.

"Are you two trying to find Linda?"  The brunette who had met my eyes
earlier asked.  I was dumbfounded.

"Uh, ...no, we're trying to find the ladies room" I sputtered

"Oh come on, admit it.  You *are* looking for Linda, aren't you?

"Why would you say that?"  Stacy asked as she stood behind me.

"Not hard to figure out" replied the blonde.  "Linda's a teacher out at the
college, and you two look like a couple of college girls exploring the big
city"

"Were we that transparent?" I thought with shock, but Stacey just chuckled.

"OK, you got us" she said "I guess we were just curious about what she was
up to is all.  We saw her coming into here and thought that we'd see what
brought her to this part of town"

I was getting a weird feeling in my stomach as I looked for some reaction
from the two women in front of us.  Our little voyeurs game was about over
and I fully expected these two to be upset at a couple of straight girls
invading their space.

The two women thought for a moment and finally, the blonde spoke up "Well
if you want to see what she's up to, then follow us" With that, they both
turned and started walking up the other hall.  I was rooted in place, but
Stacey gave me a small shove in the back and suddenly we were following
these two.

As we walked, all sorts of thoughts were jumbled in my mind.  Should I run?
Did I really want to see what Professor Rollands was doing back there?  Why
was Stacey so interested in this?  And worst of all, why did I keep finding
my eyes drawn to the jeans clad bottoms of the two women walking in front
of me?

The realization that I was looking at them, came as a shock So much so that
I almost stopped dead in my tracks.  I must have slowed down though,
because Stacey suddenly bumped into me from behind.  Was she daydreaming as
well?

The two women stopped at one of the doors and opened the door.  "Linda, is
in that room next door" said the blonde, "but you can see her from here
without disturbing her"

She held the door open for us, implying that we should go inside.  Both
women looked at us, expectantly, but I hesitated.  Once again, Stacey
shoved me from behind, urging me into the room.  Without looking the two in
the eyes, I walked in.

The room itself was almost completely dark, even compared to the dimly lit
hall.  The only light seemed to be coming from a couple of small windows on
one side of the room. Stacey entered after me and like a moth to the flame
walked over to one of the windows.  I moved cautiously after her to the
other window.

Stacey gasped as she got to the window.  I looked at her briefly with
concern but realized it was what she was seeing that caused her reaction.
I moved to the second window, which was at about chest height so I had to
bend forward to see through.  And when I did, I thought that I was going to
die.

What I saw was that Professor Rollands was in fact in there.  She was
standing towards the middle of the room with her back to us. The woman that
she was with was seated in a straight back chair in front of her and was
talking to Linda although I could not quite make out what she was saying.
For her part, Linda stood there with her head bowed, just listening to
whatever was being said to her.

Suddenly the woman said something and motioned to her lap.  Linda quickly
raised her short skirt over her hips and lowered her panties to the floor
in one fluid motion.  Somehow I could guess what was going to happen next
but it was still a shock to see her crawl over the woman's lap with her
naked bottom facing the ceiling.  Once she was in that position, I noticed
that the windows that we were looking through were at the woman's eye
level.  That gave me quite a start and I began to move away from the
window, sure that she would see us watching her little game.

"Oh, she can't see you" came a voice behind me.  I turned my head to see
the brunette was behind me, looking over my shoulder at the unbelievable
scene.  "The glass only works one way, so you're safe" I looked over at
Stacey and saw that the blonde woman was standing behind her.  Both were
intently watching what was about to happen next.  I returned my attention
to the two women in front of me.

Professor Rollands had her head down as the woman began to massage and
knead her bottom.  She was talking to Linda, but I couldn't make out what
was being said.  After a few moments of this, the woman suddenly raised her
hand and brought it down firmly onto Linda's upturned behind with a loud
smack.  At the same time I heard Stacey give a gasp next to me.  Or was
that my own gasp?

I watched, frozen as the woman rained smack after smack on the professor's
behind.  For her part, Linda remained, head down over the woman's lap,
crying out only a bit as each smack found its mark.  Each time the hand
fell, Linda's bottom would twitch.  Each time she received a spanking she
would twitch a bit more.

Before long I realized that she was moving her hips so she could try to rub
herself on the woman's thigh.  She was actually sexually excited by the
spanking that she was receiving.  Realizing that shocked me.  But not as
much as my own reaction.  I was totally mesmerized by the scene before me.

I felt something on my side, but it didn't register at first. I was too
taken in watching Professor Rollands being spanked.  It wasn't until
whatever it was moved up to my breast that I realized that it was the
brunette's hand.  I was frozen, not knowing whether to run or shout or
what.  I looked over at Stacey, to see if she had seen this and instead saw
that the blond woman had both of her hands on Stacey's breasts and was
gently massaging them.  Stacey had a far away look in her eye and I could
tell that she was breathing heavier.

The hand on my breast found my nipple, and to my own surprise, discovered
that it was hard.  Two fingers rolled the crinkled nub between them and I
felt a stab of pleasure go through me.  I looked back to the other room and
saw that the spanking had stopped but that the woman now had her hand
between Linda's thighs and was obviously fingering her.

I could not believe that this was happening and quit trying to make sense
of it.  I felt weak and put my hands on the sides of the window for
support. Those magical fingers continued to pull and tug on my nipples and
I thought for sure that I was going to faint.  I looked over at Stacey
again and saw that she was in a similar position, but that her friend had
unbuttoned her jeans, which now lay around her ankles along with her
panties.  The blonde had her hand between Stacey's thighs moving it back
and forth

As I watched Stacey, I felt a hand at the snap of my own jeans.  I just
stood there as I felt the woman open my pants and then pull them and my
panties out of the way.  She brought her hand up between my now exposed
cheeks and touched the lips of my sex.  I was wet.  I felt her slip a
finger into me, a moan escaping my lips as it delved deep into me.  The
finger moved back and forth in me and my own breathing became shallow.  I
recognized that I was approaching orgasm.

Inside the room, I saw that Linda was also about to climax.  The hand
between her legs was moving faster now and so were Linda's hips in
response.  The woman brought her other hand down to Linda's bottom and slid
a finger into her anus.

I gasped as I saw that and to my right, I heard Stacey reach her own
climax.  I glanced at her to see her leaning against the wall, pushing her
hips back onto the woman's hand behind her.  At the same moment, I felt
something press against my own anus.  It was too much.  My own pleasure
came crashing over me.

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Stacey and I now live off campus where we share a house with the two women
that we met that night.  Occasionally, Linda is brought over by her
Mistress and we are allowed to spank her.  In fact, she's coming over
tonight.  Its my turn to spank her and I can hardly wait.