Seeking a Bull

The months passed, and Katie felt like she was excelling in her feminism class. She would be anyhow, given that she was eating the professor's pussy, but it was a subject that really spoke to her.

She woke up Jane with soft, wet kisses along her thigh. Jane's lids flicking open, peering down at the buxom brunette, smiling broadly.

"It's always good to see you here," Jane purred. There was a pause, that felt particularly prolonged to the teenage Katie.

"But?" she inquired.

"I wonder if you think this is something you want .... for now, or for awhile," Jane said uncertainly.

"I ... I love you," Katie admitted. "I know it sounds funny coming from someone feeling this way the first time. I guess ..."

"You guess?" Jane prompted.

"I guess I do want ... to have children. The natural way."

"Understandable," Jane said. "But you're not into men. Just a means to an end."

"Right," Katie nodded vigorously.

"Well, I do have some ideas," Jane said. Katie listened intently.