Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2006 10:25:22 -0800 (PST)
From: benjamin purswell <benjaminpurswell@yahoo.com>
Subject: Write About This

This is a cross generation lesbian story. Any feed back would be
helpful


			     WRITE ABOUT THIS
				    by
				 Femmther


      Janice knew this class was going to give her problems but she
didn't think the professor would give a an assignment like this. Her she
was a freshmen in a junior level creative writing class. This was
Janice's first semester at the university. She was an exception to the
rule. Her creative writing teacher at her high school was a former pupil
of Professor Lumi Harvest and had appealed to her directly to allow
Janice to take the class. Her teacher was able to convince Professor
Harvest Janice pocessed a great deal of talent to a point the beginning
class would serve her no purpose.
Professor Lumi Harvest was one of Janice's idols. She had read her novels
many times and almost religiously study them. She tried to pattern her
own writing style on Lumi Harvest's work. The constant criticism she was
getting from her high school teacher was that she was trying too hard to
sound like Lumi Harvest instead of her own. When Janice first learned she
had been admitted to her class she was ecstatic but then she became a
little overwhelmed. She knew Professor Harvest was one of the most
popular professors on campus. And she knew she had prove that she worth
enough to be allowed a special exception for being in the class. Even if
the the other students or Professor Harvest didn't put any pressure on
her she would do so on herself.
     That was why she was so stressed out about this latest assignment of
writing a personal intimate scene.
     Professor Harvest went to great lengths about assuring the students
confidentiality in this assignment. Usually the students were required o
make copies for all the other students and they would publicly critique
the work. Professor Harvest announced at the outset that they wouldn't
follow that pattern. The whole point of the assignment was to break
through a barriers of self censorship. But it still scared Janice
senseless. She took a deep breath and knocked on Professor
   Harvest's office door.
  "Come in."
     Professor Harvest was a popular teacher for many reasons, one being
that she gave her students a great deal respect. While she pushed them
hard she treated them more as colleagues than anything else. One way she
approached this was her office. While many professors had a cold lush
chair for conferences she has deeply lush chairs. She draped the walls in
seductively dark color tapestries which turned the office into sort of a
womb. The tapestries also soaked in the light then transformed it into a
warm aura. The light came from soft fabric covered lamps, candles, and a
window covered by a silhouetting lacy covering.
      Professor Harvest tried to keep her office free of excess clutter.
The only books she had in her office was the books she was working with
at the moment. Professor Harvest disliked clutter in any form. She
believed clutter added age. And she wanted to avoid the resemblance of
age in her life. Professor Lumi harvest was starting to enter the firey
autumn of her life. Instead of trying to hide of her age behind clutter,
she left herself be plainly visible and result was she was her natural
radiance that still managed to turn heads on campus even though she was
very publicly happily married. What separated her from of her age was she
allowed her age to grow and evolve her sense of being. She noticed the
the wists of smoky gray in her red hair and emerald green eyes increased
her desire.
     But Professor Harvest was disparate as this was her year. She hadn't
made her choice yet this year. While she still turned heads, she hadn't
found anyone that would turn her head. The whole reason for her giving
the intimate scene assignment was the hope someone would come to her. In
the past there had always been a few who emerged. But she did not expect
to have a small conservitive town girl who had been recommended to her to
come knocking on her door.
     "What can I do for you Miss Hitchens?"
    "I'm sorry Professor Harvest, but I can't write this assignment."
    "Call me Lumi Janice, " She said with a soft smile. "Why can't you
do this assignment. And please don't say it is a disclosure issue. The
point of the assignment is being able to fictionalize your life. As I
said in class the only person who will read this is me."
     "It isn't that. It just I don't have anything intimate to write
about. "
     "We all have intimate matters Janice. We all have intimate dreams
or fantasies or thoughts we don't tell anyone else." They sat in a few
moments in a standoff. "When Miss Longings sent me your work I agreed
with her that you had very beautifully talented voice. I have the same
criticism that Miss Longings, you have a tendency to write beyond
yourself. Your writing has beautiful eyes and ears to capture everything
and everyone except yourself. I often thing your major characters are
very much you. It is a powerful way to write but you can't be authentic
if you don't take the risk of allowing your barriers down. Will you let
me at least attempt to help you let those barriers down?
    "I think so."
    "Don't think, feel. Do you feel you want to take a chance?"
    "Yes."
     Lumi rose up and locked the door and turned off the overhead light.
She went to her side table and lit a sweetly mellow scented candle. She
returned to her chair.
    "Sit back in the chair and relax.
      Lumi became quiet as she watched the girl. For a little while
nothing happened but eventually the girl began to uncoil as the tension
was released. Lumi had a sense that Janice had done this before. She
sensed that the girl had a place inside of her she went to escape, but it
a secret kingdom she seldom went to anymore. She remembered the girl's
words: it wasn't she wouldn't do the assignment but rather that she
wouldn't write the assignment. By writing the assignment it make this
secret kingdom real in a way that t wasn't real before now. It force her
to admit something about herself that she wasn't read to admit. On the
first day of class Professor Harvest lectured about writing on the edge
The whole point of writing was communication with the audience but more
importantly with yourself. Writing, she told her class, was communicating
what couldn't be directly said. Lumi knew she wold have to be gentle as
she moved in slow caution to strip away Janice's protective defensive
layers. She slightly leaned forward in preparation of entering Janice's
world.
   "I want you to feel your own heat, your own fire. Find your own
desire. I want you to slowly place your hand on your stomach. Allow the
feeling of your hand to seep into you. Allow the heat of your hand to
penetrate your layers. Allow the heat of your hand to seep deep into you
and find your core. Feel your breath carry you along, guide you to your
inner most fire."
      Professor Harvest became quiet as she allowed the girl to take the
lead. At first Janice had a bit of a problem in trying to release her
breath gradually, but once she realized that her teacher was allowing her
to be on her own she relaxed and body flattened as she slipped into the
deeper into the chair. Her hand slowly dropped lower into her body as she
turned away from the outside. The outside became only silent shadows Her
body opened up to her as found the path in her, guided by her breath and
heat.
     As she dove deeper into herself she passed through layers of her
constructed being. Layers of a being constructed by others. Layers of
what they saw her as. Layers of what they wanted. Janice passed into
layers she herself had constructed for it was they wanted. It was how
they saw her. She finally passed into the layers of herself. These were
layers she rarely reached, rarely touched. It was here the fire the fire,
the heat, of her being was at its most intense and purest.
      Her hand slowly came alive and descended down her stomach. Her
hand, for a moment lost the trail, at her waist. But Janice had become so
in tune with her own being she lost touch with her the physicalness of
her body, of where she was. She forgot Professor Harvest was sitting
across the room. Lumi had sat back in her chair giving as much space
Janice wanted, needed. Lumi stayed as quiet and as still as she could
fearing her own heat would invade the girl's. And she knew the girl
wasn't ready for that yet.
     The hand found th path again and moved deeper.. It moved beneath the
the rigid boundary of the waist of the jeans. A forbidden boundary.
Janice knew her mother preferred her to wear skirts and dresses. Janice
had grown up wearing dresses and skirts. But when she reached the college
she knew if she wanted to fit in she would have to dress more like them.
She only had this one pair of jeans and wore them rarely. She wasn't
quite sure why she wore them this day, but had. And now she was glad she
did. She wasn't a her mother's good girl anymore which made this journey
even easier.
      Her hour glass dancer's legs opened a little wider as her hand
slipped beneath the elastic ban of her white cotton panties. When her
fingertips touched the fringes of her pubic it was almost as if they had
licking flames of her fire and burned her. But she had come too far into
this journey to retreat. Her hand plunged fully into her sacred fire. And
fire exploded out of her core; it consumed her hand as her hand consumed
the fire. The heat raced through her like blood in her veins creating
more heat. She open herself as wide could to allow the heat to escape.
But the heat still rose, still expanded, until there was no place to go.
Then, like a giant wave, it collapsed upon itself. Janice's whole body
shook with the release of tension, with the collapse into, onto, her
shattered body until only the breathing came washing upon the shore. And
even that calmed to a ripple.
     Professor Harvest waited till the girl was quiet and still. Lumi
fell in love with Janice at that moment. A face flushed with color.
Breath slowly becoming more even, more imperceptible. Eyes closed as if
she had fallen asleep. The hand still inside her jeans, probably still
inside her panties. It amazed Lumi that the girl had reach a powerful
orgasm with such silence. Yes, she had fallen in love with girl. She had
made her choice. She waited until the girl's eyes fluttered as she was
coming back into the moment. Janice dropped her head in embarrassment as
she was starting to realize what she just did. Lumi knew she had to do
something or she lose everything she had gained.
     "Slowly bring your hand out of your jeans into the open," Lumi
quietly cooed the request. Janice obeyed almost mechanically. As it came
out they both looked at the flesh thickly covered in moisture, her wet
desire. Lumi could smell the sickly sweet aroma from across the room. She
used all her willpower in order not to go across the room and lick and
suck the fingers and palm clean. She knew it wasn't time for that yet
"Look at your beautiful hand Janice. See the physical manifestation of
you soul, your fire, your desire, your heat. Taste your sweet essence
Janice. Taste yourself and realize how beautiful you completely are."
      Lumi fell silent as she raised her hand and drink herself like a
kitten cautiously drinking milk for the first time. Lumi realized her pet
name for Janice was Kitten. It fitted the girl's personality. Lumi waited
for the girl to completely clean her hand and look back at her. Professor
Harvest saw a new sense of warmth in the girl's eyes she didn't have when
she entered. An outer layer, a barrier had been peeled away.
     "Thank you," was all Janice could say in soft voice she could
barely manage.
     "No, this is all yours. This is all you," Lumi said as she, for
the first time, reached out and touched the girl's hand. "You wanted
something to write about well this is it. Write about this."
     "Thank you."
     "You are a very talented person Janice. I have never before allowed
a freshman take this course. You just lack the confidence in yourself to
let yourself be true. I would like to help you find the confidence, find
that identity if you willing."
     "Yes I would."
     "Good. How about next week at the same time?"
    "Yes."
     Janice thanked Professor Harvest for her time and softly left the
office. Lumi sat for a time to be certain the girl would not return or
any other student would enter. Finally Lumi slid her hand between her
legs and gave her the quick suddenly intense release her own body was
aching for.