Meanwhile Across Town at professor Dewinters Place.

Desiree Dewinters sat in her negligee on the bed of her studio apartment looking over the pictures on the internet Williams had taken of his girl on her profile. Clicking through them on her laptop as she swirled a glass of wine in hand. She wasn't allowed to befriend her students sadly but she liked to keep an eye on the ones who caught her eye. He had chosen one hell of a model she thought as she went through the pics she had posted and the girl had talent as a fashion designer. Both of there work was raw and unpolished but they both had so much potential. He stopped on the first of the ones he had taken at the fountain of her in the red dress. Damn if she was ten years older Desiree thought.

Juliana was a beautiful girl. There were not any pictures of the two of them together yet but she hoped to see them soon. Jake pictures seemed to have to have changed drastically since his last few projects. She knew that he was dealing with heart break but now that he had meet Julie it was like she was seeing a whole new side of him and this was the results. She hoped he had put this much effort into his project this week because the results would be amazing. She smiled as she clicked the next picture and took a sip of her wine.

She glanced up as her wife Maeve came in from the bathroom dressed in a bath towel and gave her a playful smirk. “Don't you ever get tired of looking at pictures my love?” She teased toweling off her hair. Her tits giggling inside as it hung open slightly. Her long legs peeking out as she walked. Maeve had been a model in her younger days. Her breasts were maybe not as firm and her hips and ass had filled out more then when the two had meet but the sight of her half naked still made Desiree smile and lightly lick her lips. She taught models now instead of walking the runway herself but Desiree thought she still had what it took to do it if she wanted and used her in many projects she did outside of the school.

“Not when they look like this.” Desiree smiled drinking he last of her wine and set it aside. Maeve came over and sat beside and put an arm around Desiree as eh slid onto the bed.

“Damn. Babe. We talked about this. If you are going to bring a girl into our bed she has to be real so we can both enjoy her.” Maeve laughed and stroked Desiree hair giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“It is not like that. One of my students shot these. She made the clothing herself and modeled them for him and he took the pictures around campus. I can see where he is practicing his assignment and playing around while getting pictures for her. He has a good eye and she is a beautiful young woman.”

“Two of the things that I know get you excited. Should I be jealous. I know you french and your Ménage à trois.” Maeve teased her.

“I am not sure how I feel about teaching them both how to pleasure me at the same time and if anyone should be jealous it should be moi, mon amour. You spend all that time working with models ten years younger then moi.”

“But they do not hold a candle to you my love. Some things are better with age.” Maeve smiled and gently kissed her on the lips as she stroked Desiree's cheek. “So who is the photographer? One of yours I would assume.”

“Jake Williams. He fixed my projector the first day of class. He is a sweet young man. A little shy but friendly.” Desiree said as she went back to his profile. He had very few pictures of himself and the ones he did were all with other people except for his profile picture.

“Oh. He is kind of cute. Easy on the eyes.” She teased touching Desiree's chest playfully and running her fingers over them. Desiree found him very attractive as well not that she would admit it as his teacher and a very happily married woman. She had not been with a man in over a decade now and though she sometimes fantasized about it.

“Apparently very good with the ladies. This is his last girlfriend.” She said and clicked on his friends to pull up Allison Fairchild. The young man had something that made him likable. He was soft spoken but could be charismatic when he wanted. He was timid but also tenacious and had even made friends with Ms. Rivers who had a tendency to try and push others away. Desiree had seen his other female friends he had taken pictures of and the boy had a knack for capturing the beauty of the female form. A little young for her taste but fun to look at.

“Damn. Boy has game then. I think I had sex with someone who looked like her once before we meet.” Maeve teased. “You are definitely his type I would say. He seems to have a fondness for well endowed women.” She teased giving one of Desiree's tits a gentle squeeze. She was in a mood tonight and Desiree was getting there.

“Behave dear.” Desiree shook her her. “I am fond of the young man. His work has come a long way since these but they are still good. I see so much potential in him.”

“Down my love. You nipples are showing.” Maeve traced a finger around one of Desiree's nipples through her negligee.

“Mange-moi, mon amour.” Desiree blushed as she clicked back to Jake's profile. “I did not mean like that.”

“Be careful what you ask for Desiree. You know how hot I get when you talk dirty in French.” Maeve said kissing down her neck.

“Because you es ma dirty sale pute which is why I love you mon amour.” Desiree said running her fingers through her hair as Maeve made her way down her neck to her décolletage kissing her chest. Maeves hand brushed Desiree's negligee aside and began to suckle tenderly at one of her nipples. “Putain je t’aime mon amour.” She muttered in french as she enjoyed the feel of her wife's lips on her nipples and sat the laptop aside and lifted her lovers lips to hers sharing a passionate kiss.

Desiree let out a soft moan as Maeve kissed her. She ran her hands through Maeve's hair, pushing her closer as their tongues danced together. She felt a fire inside her begin to burn as Maeve's hands traveled lower, exploring her body. Desiree gasped as Maeve's fingers brushed against her most sensitive areas, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body. Her hand sliding up her negligee as it ran along Desiree's thigh to her most intimate areas.

“Feels like you are already turned on my love.” Maeve's fingers glided over Desiree's labia up to her clitoris.

“I always get excitée when you tease me so mon amour.” Desiree clutched the sheet. Maeve smiled as she felt Desiree's body respond to her touch, and she continued to tantalize her with her hands as her lips moved lower. As she kissed her way down Desiree's body until she reached her navel giving it a playful flick. She moved downward over her her tummy. She moved over Desiree's freshly waxed pussy. Something they had gone and done today during their weekend excursion while holding each others hand. Her lips felt soft on Desiree's smooth but slightly still sore skin. She teased Desiree's inner thighs and then ever so gently licked between them, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Desiree. She moved her fingers inside her, eliciting more moans of pleasure. Desiree writhed beneath her touch, and she felt her body flutter with pleasure. She ran a hand up Desiree's body and groped one of her large breasts. Desiree put her hand on top and interlocked her fingers with her lovers as she held on tightly and writhed in pleasure. 'Je t'aime, ma chérie,' Desiree muttered softly in french.

Desiree gasped as Maeve began to move her fingers in a slow and steady rhythm. She moved with her, keeping the same steady rhythm as she built up the intensity. As she did so, she looked up and made eye contact with Desiree, who returned her gaze with an affectionate smile. She kept moving her hand inside of Desiree, feeling her body writhe with pleasure. She clutched her lovers hand tighter and clutched Maeves head pressing it to her pussy. Her large breasts heaving up and down as her breath quickened and her heart raced.

Desiree could feel her body tensing, and knew that she was nearing the edge. Maeve moved her hand slowly and steadily inside of her and curled her fingers as she hit a certain spot. “Baise juste là ma sale pute américaine...” She cried out as she closed her eyes and began to ride the wave of her pleasure. As she did, Maeve began to move faster and thrust harder, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Desiree as she gripped Maeve's hand tightly. After a long moment, she slowly relaxed her grip on Maeve's hand. She looked into her lover's eyes. "Merci beaucoup mon amour," she said as she painted.

Desiree glanced over as she lay there in the after glow to see the laptop still open and a picture of Jake looking at her as if watching her wife pleasure her with a smile on his face.

"Did you enjoy the lesson monsieur?" Desiree blushed as she covered her mouth and laughed as she closed the laptop feeling slightly embarrassed and a little turned on by the thought of him seeing her like this.