The Guidance Counselor

Kendra swung open the front door and found Lexi Belle glaring from the porch. The guidance counselor folded her arms, clearly pissed that the afternoon appointment had been blown off. Kendra flushed. With a quiet apology she stepped aside and let the older woman inside. "I had chores," she murmured. Lexi’s sharp laugh said that answer wasn’t close to enough. Applications to Gamma University sat unsigned, deadline breathing down their necks. Kendra finally admitted she planned to start at community college instead. Lexi didn’t buy it; scholarships waited at Gamma, so why the sudden switch? Under pressure, Kendra’s voice cracked as she confessed the truth—she was a lesbian and terrified of college dorms where everybody else would already know what they were doing. She didn’t want to be the joke—the virgin who’d never even kissed a girl. Lexi’s stern face softened. She was a lesbian too, she said, and someone had once helped her. Time to pay it forward. Kendra frowned, unsure what that meant, until Lexi’s hands slid up her bare thighs and squeezed. It meant lessons. Right now. Shy but eager, Kendra let Lexi kiss her, let the counselor’s tongue circle each stiff nipple. Every flick, every bite, left her breathing harder. Before long Lexi had two fingers buried inside her, teaching rhythm and pressure while Kendra struggled not to moan too loud. She learned fast, tasting another woman for the first time, tongue working clumsy circles until Lexi’s thighs trembled around her ears. By the end Kendra felt the heat of it in her bones, already imagining herself striding into Gamma’s dorms with something better than fear guiding her hips.