The Eyes of Justine (2 page)

             
It didn’t fit in with his plans at all.  “I’m sure you’ll do just fine.  You wouldn’t be here if the Committee had any doubt about your abilities.”

             
Justine
took heart at Roland’s encouragement.  “I hope you’re right.”

             
“Never been wrong before,” Roland confided wryly.

             
Justine
laughed at his confident statement.  “Perfection must be a terrible burden?”

             
“I manage,” Roland grinned.  “Well, just call if you need me,” he added, once again taking her hand in his.  “It’s been a pleasure meeting you.”

             
“Likewise,”
Justine
voiced breathily as her palm again tingled at the sensuous contact.

             
Despite her fears,
Justine
faired well
the
first day.  By lunch, she’d memorized the names of all her students.  Roland appea
red again as the mid-day bell ra
ng and escorted her to the staff room for their lunch break.

             
That first day began a pattern that became both welcome and familiar in the days and weeks to follow.

             
Justine
found herself looking forward to their lunches and the growing friendship with this strangely intelligent and confident man.

             
Though he never pressed his attentions, Roland often touched her arm, her hand, her shoulder; using his hand in the small of her back to guide her down the hallways as they strolled through the school.
 

             
B
efore
long,
Justine
found herself yearning for
more than the familiar friendliness as his touch excited long buried feelings in her heart. 

             
Roland appeared oblivious to her blindness;
treating her as any other
colleague. 
Yet, he didn’t shy away from the subject as so many others did in an awkward attempt to spare her embarrassment, often asking her detailed and highly technical questions about the origins of her affliction.

             
There were times, in fact, when
Justine
felt those conversations drifting into the realms of a clinical examination so deft and incisive were his questions.

             
“Oh sweetie,” Mani responded when
Justine
had informed her of Roland’s attentions, “
it’s
obvious he has the hots for you.  Won’t be long before he’s trying to get into those pretty little panties you’re wearing.”

             
Justine
felt herself blush at the thought.  She was wearing tiny little panties as she and Mani were in her room changing to go for a swim on a late sunny autumn Saturday.  Having taken off her shorts, she stood beside her dresser clad only in her bra and bottoms.

             
“Don’t be silly,”
Justine
objected, “I’m just a girl.  He’s a grown man.  What could he see in me?”  She turned and released the clasp on her bra, sliding it off her arms as she felt around in her drawer for her bikini top.

             
Mani came up behind her to help her having already changed into her own one-piece.  “I could guess that he’s been having a pretty good time looking at these,” Mani offered, her hands coming up under
Justine
’s apple-sized breasts and cupping them, her thumbs sliding across the soft underside.

             
Justine
jumped causing her to stumble back into Mani’s tall body.  She felt the slender woman’s hips press into her bottom.  “Cut that out,”
Justine
remonstrated, slapping at Mani’s hands just as Mani’s thumbs started making circles across her pink
nipples
.

             
Justine
couldn’t repress the moan that Mani’s thumbs forced from her, nor could she ignore the sudden warmth welling in her loins.

             
Mani lowered her mouth to
Justine
’s ear. 
“Can’t you just imagine your Roland holding your pert tits in his palms,” she whispered, “as he strokes your nipples again and again.” 
Mani’s hips began rubbing against
Justine
’s ass. 
Justine
clearly felt Mani’s mound through the thin silk of her panties as the tall girl kept caressing her breasts.

             
In her mind she could indeed imagine Roland’s hands touching her breasts. His thumbs flicking her nipples, causing them to stiffen and swell.

             
“I know you want to feel his thick cock pressing into your ass too,” Mani continued in a whisper, forcing her hips harder against
Justine
’s backside, her mound wedged between the girl’s round globes.

             
Justine
moaned again, closing her eyes as she imagined what it would feel like to have Roland’s cock between her ass cheeks, his right hand sliding lower down her flat stomach and underneath the think silk covering her sparsely haired cunny.

             
She felt Roland’s finger slip between her cunt lips and slide across her clit. 
Justine
’s body shuddered in pleasure as she imagined how it would feel.

             
Mani’s tongue flicked at her ear just as her finger delved into her virginal cunt to the first knuckle. 
Justine
bit her lip but was too late to hide the groan that escaped.  Mani’s finger, wet with
Justine
’s desire, returned to her clit and rubbed the moisture in circles around the swelling bud.

             
Justine
couldn’t help herself.  Her hips started gyrating against Mani’s mound
as she followed the woman’s finger in its erotic orbit.  “Oh, God, Mani,”
Justine
moaned, her left hand covering Mani’s as the woman continued to masturbate her, “what are you doing to me?”

             
Mani pulled
Justine
tight to her body; using the blind girl’s ass to rub her own clit against
Justine
’s firm flesh.

             
“Imagine what he would do if he could see you like this?” Mani moaned into
Justine
’s ear, her lips softly brushing the young woman’s neck.  Mani’s finger dipped between
Justine
’s labia once more scooping fluid from inside and spreading
it
up the writhing girl’s sensitive folds as she continued her ministrations.

             
Soft butterfly kisses across
Justine
’s shoulder sent tingling sensations into her chest and nipples as Mani’s left hand stroked her breasts now grown hot with pleasure.  “Mmmmm,”
Justine
moaned again, “that feels nice.”

             
Justine
felt Mani’s kisses trail down her back as the slender woman lowered herself.  Soft, warm wet lips slithered across her shoulder blades, her spine, into the hollow of her back.  Moaning now in disappointment as Mani removed her hand from her panties,
Justine
started to turn, but Mani, grabbing her hips, forced her to face the dresser.

             
Using both hands, Mani lowered
Justine
’s panties down the girl’s toned legs and to the floor.  Lifting one foot, then the other, Mani removed to the panties entirely.

             
Mani’s hands stroked up the outside of
Justine
’s calves to her thighs and down onto the firm curves of her ass.  Gliding downward she urged
Justine
’s legs further apart.

             
Complying,
Justine
found herself leaning into the dresser as she spread her legs a shoulder width apart.  Mani’s hands continued to stroke up and down her legs.

             
First on the outside
,
and the
n
she moved
up
ward between her thighs
onto
her
high curving ass.  The woman’s fingernails left hot trails of pleasure in their wake as Mani stroked her again and again.

             
Leaning forward, Mani softly brushed her lips against
Justine
’s naked ass.  Her tongue emerged as Mani kissed every inch of the young woman’s cheeks, her hands never stopping their pattern of caresses. 

             
Justine
couldn’t believe the sensations running through her body.  Though she’d often masturbated, she’d never thought it could feel so wickedly different when it was someone else’s hands touching her.  And for those hands to be Mani’s! 

             
Mani’s hands grasped
Justine
’s ass cheeks, her tongue and lips licking along the firm globes.  “Mani,”
Justine
moaned leaning into the dresser for support as her legs weakened, “Please,” she begged, not knowing whether she meant for Mani to stop or, like a
beggar-boy, asking for more
l.

             
Lifting
Justine
’s cheeks apart, Mani dipped lower, her tongue extending into
Justine
’s soft cleft.  With a slow, long wet stroke, Mani licked across
Justine
’s rear passage.

             
Justine
bucked as Mani’s tongue stroked her asshole.  “Oh God!” 

             
Mani, gripping her tighter, flicked her tongue across the tiny rosebud again as
Justine
again bucked backward.

             
Justine
’s moans grew harsher as Mani’s tongue worked on her ass.  Wet streaks of saliva and
slick cunt juice
flowed down her thighs as Mani licked her again and again.

             
Spreading her cheeks further, Mani pressed her mouth against the girl’s bottom as her tongue speared into
Justine
’s passage.

             
“Oh! Oh! Oh!”
Justine
chanted as Mani began thrusting her slick tongue further and further inside the girl’s ass.

             
Justine
felt so deliciously wicked at the thought and feel of Mani’s tongue exploring her where even she had never dared go before.

             
Clasping the dresser’s sides for support,
Justine
pushed her ass backward at each thrust of Mani’s probing tongue.  Soon their rhythm quickened as
Justine
felt her cunny respond to the soft, pounding intrusion.

             
“Fuck my ass, Mani,”
Justine
moaned, “Fuck my ass.” 
Justine
heard the words from a distance and was amazed to realize she’d spoken aloud with such vulgar instructions.  The sensuous feel of the wet invader overwhelmed her, drawing from her a wanton desire hidden within the depths of her being.

             
Mani responded by sliding her right hand around
Justine
’s slender hips, her fingers finding the blind girl’s cunt slick and swollen with need. 
Her tongue continuing to probe
Justine
’s nether passage, Mani started stroking the strawberry-blonde’s engorged clit.

             
Justine
’s thighs trembled as
the excruciating pleasure surged in her pussy.  The slick wet slurps as Mani tongue-fucked her echoed in her mind as she felt her cunt throb and clasp at her hollowness.

             
Clinging to the dresser in desperation,
Justine
’s knees nearly buckled as the first waves of her orgasm crashed over her.  Mani plunged into her, shoving her tongue deeply into
Justine
’s ass as she frantically frigged
Justine
’s hot button.

             
“Oh God, Oh…Oh, yes…oh god yes,”
Justine
panted through clenched lips as wave after wave of delicious joy jolted up her belly and down her thighs.  “Don’t…stop…please…please…don’t,”
Justine
moaned over and over in delirious relief as Mani sucked and fingered her.

             
For long minutes
Justine
reveled in the wicked sensations running through her body amazed at the vast difference between her own self-induced orgasms and the one Mani had just forced from her nubile body.