Transforming Genevieve Chapter Five - Sex Stories

Transforming Genevieve Chapter Five

... plunge bra that held me firmly in place but didn't squeeze my breasts together. I let my hair long and straight down my back. The sweater not only fit my body snuggly but also allowed easy viewing of the succulent open cleavage between my tits. Any average red-blooded male would look at that view and instantly imagine his cock resting in the space between my creamy orbs. A light jacket for the walk across campus completed my outfit for the day.

I grabbed my briefcase, slipped my cell inside, and headed for the English Lit department. It was early, and I'd have time to finish some papers before my one o'clock class. Just as I stepped off my porch, my cell phone rang. The caller ID was a number I didn't recognize. Perhaps it was Marsha calling to set up a meeting with me and her lover, Pete. Maybe it was Kevin calling from New York to invite me to stay the weekend with him. I pressed the accept button and put it to my ear.

"Hello, Genevieve speaking," I answered.

"Gen, how are you?" the caller asked.

"I'm wonderful; who is calling please?" I asked, not yet recognizing the voice on the other end.

"It's Dick, Genevieve. I thought I'd call you since we haven't talked in a few days," he responded.

"Oh, Hi Dick, how is it?" I asked comically.

Dick didn't get it and asked, "How's what Gen?"

I, of course, quickly answered, "Your dick, Dick?" Pausing briefly between the noun and the proper noun.

He giggled and said, "You tell me, babe," turning the comical ...

... tables on me.

"As I recall, it was wonderful, but that was a couple of days ago. I'm certain it needs some attention by now." I whispered suggestively.

"That's why I called you Gen. I was thinking you and I could get together tonight,” he said.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"How about drinks at the East Street Café after work, then we could maybe go to my place?" he asked tentatively.

"I'd like that, Dick; how about six at the East Street?" I suggested.

He replied, "Great, Gen, if I don't see you around the department this afternoon, I'll see you at the café then."

"I look forward to it, Dick. Goodbye for now,” I said, ending the call.

My phone conversation with him lasted the entire time I walked to the English Lit department. I closed my office door, anticipating what the evening at his place might hold. My two classes that day were relatively uneventful, both being first-year students who were only beginning to understand the finer parts of Olde English Lit. The second class ended at four forty-five. I usually would have been back to my flat by five, but since East Street is in the opposite direction, I stayed in my office and got some papers graded.

Since I knew full well what Dick was planning once we got to his place, I decided to have a little fun with him while we were at the cafe. Before I left to meet him, I removed my sweater and took off the plunge bra I'd worn. Slipping the snug dark-colored sweater back over my body, I took a ...