7. Meg does a great job

“Oooh, oh god that feels so good.” Mila closed her eyes and sunk back into the bed, reveling in her student’s work.

“Good, I want to make you feel good.” Meg smiled.

Her professor's praise was more intoxicating than any glass of wine, sweeter than any desert, and better than any grade. All she wanted was to please the other woman, and knowing that she was doing a good job got Meg going again. She found herself rubbing her pussy against her professor’s leg unconsciously as she worked. She slid her fingers down her professor’s slit to her entrance and slowly pushed inside Mila’s dripping pussy. She elicited a deep, long moan from the other woman as she curled her finger inside her professor just as Mila had done to her moments ago.

Mila’s hips bucked, her legs slamming together, as Meg felt her professor’s pussy squeeze down on her fingers. She grinned down at Mila watching the ecstasy of climax play across her face. Just as she had, Meg slid another finger in, filling Mila up more deeply as she came and making the other woman scream with pleasure. Mila rode her student’s fingers, milking ever ounce of pleasure from Meg’s hand. As she sunk back into the bed, panting, she put a hand to her student’s chest as if to push her away.

“Oh god, God, Meg that… Fuck.”

Meg withdrew her hand and brought it to her lips, tasting the other woman. She was tart like Meg’s own juices but there was something sweet and creamy in addition. Mila’s hand slid up Meg’s neck, pulling her student in for a deep, appreciative kiss. Their tongues intertwined, Mila licking herself off Meg’s lips greedily.

“Was- was that good?” Meg broke off the kiss, still unsure of herself when it came to other women.

“That was great.” Mila smiled up at her, “And I think you enjoyed yourself too.”

Her hand went between Meg’s legs to her newly dripping pussy. Meg moaned lightly, closing her eyes and savoring the play of her professor’s hand before looking back down at Mila. “Wait, I want to focus on you.”

“You’re so sweet. Come here.”

Mila pulled Meg in for a deep embrace and Meg settled in next to her professor. Her arm wrapped around Mila’s chest, holding the other woman close as Mila’s arm draped along Meg’s back. The two cuddled together, basking in the afterglow of good sex and good wine. In the warmth of their bodies, Meg felt herself drifting off. She was deeply at peace in Mila’s arms.