classroom attitude had never since reflected the slightest resentment for what had taken place. There is an old Islam addage that it is an impatient man who cannot wait twenty years to take revenge. Perhaps, the invitation she had tendered this evening was a reflexion of patience, albeit on a lesser scale. Well, she would soon find out. On the other hand, Valerie had changed so much since that night. Her mode of dressing was no longer so formal and distant. She had stopped wearing her hair in a bun and now let it flow freely to her shoulders. She had obviously bought a new wardrobe. She was not only pretty, but positively approachable. The severity of her manner in class had completely changed. The entire transition was more than incredible. It was inexplicable.

That evening, Barbara arrived on time to keep her appointment. Miss Dickens had an apartment in a hi-rise building in one of the better sections in time. It was furnished simply, but in good taste.

She stood shyly at the door, waiting for it to open. Valerie appeared and warmly invited the girl in. Barbara

was quite surprised, when the older woman offered her a Martini, hardly the beverage of social propriety for a seventeen year old girl. She accepted graciously, however, and the two girls enjoyed their drink. She felt relaxed now.

The

tension and anticipation was gone. The invitation had been tendered in good faith, after all. The books lying on the table in front of the couch attested to that. In a few minutes, they began, and worked diligently for an hour before taking a break.

Barbara found that once alone with Valerie, she could not take her eyes off her body. The swell of her breasts silhouetted by her sweater sent wild phantasies running through her mind and recalled how sensual the teacher looked when she was nude. She had startànytp-mentally peel the clothes off her when she had first entered the room, just as she had physically done a week ago. She could feel again the thrill of her finger

deeper into the older woman's cunt, just as she had felt it a short time ago. The wildest thoughts were running through her mind. Without thinking, Barbara opened the two top buttons of her blouse, that brought into view the top of her cleavage and the beginning of the soft roundness of her youthful breasts.

"Would you like another Martini, Barbara?" asked Valerie, drawing the girl from her lethargy with the question.

"Yes-yes," she answered, "I would like that very much."

Valerie walked to the end of the room, where she mixed the drinks at a portable bar. Barbara could not take her eyes off her. As she walked, the fullness of her thighs sent a thrill through the younger woman. If only she would take off her skirt. so that she could see her in the flesh.

She walked back and handed her her drink.. Then, she sat down opposite her, crossing her legs, as she sipped on her own cocktail. "Do you believe we've made any progress, tonight?"Valerie asked her.

"Oh, yes, Miss Dickens," Barbara answered. "Very much so." "You can call me Valerie when we are not in class," the teacher answered with a smile.

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Thank you, I will replied Barbara, who now began to wonder whether this invitation to familiarity reflected an attraction to her that she felt for Valerie. Was it possible that Valerie had invited her here for more than French lessons? If so, who would make the first move? She remembered when she took the lead with Earl, how that had turned out. She doubted very much

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