My Sexy Saturday at All-Girls Academy #LGBT

Ciao. Welcome to my first foray with the My Sexy Saturday Hop! In honor of California lifting the stay on same-sex marriages, I decided to share an enticing excerpt from my F/F erotic romance Physical Education: All-Girls Academy.

Blurb:

Raised by an over-controlling and manipulative father, Savannah “Van” Morgan flees the East Coast for the West, seeking sanctuary with her Aunt Lucy, headmistress of San Francisco Sex University. Rather than staying at the main campus, Van enrolls in SFSU’s more nurturing “sister” school, the All-Girls Academy. 

After visiting the main campus of SFSU, Margaret “Maggie” O’Neil hangs up her police badge in search of new experiences and hoping to awaken her own dormant sexuality.

With subject matters such as an “Art Sex-education” class with an Italian visiting professor who’s more than happy to schedule private tutoring after-hours, the All-Girls Academy invites all sorts of sexual exploration. In the end, Van and Maggie will either fall victim to the pressures of society, or come together to save each other. 

Excerpt:

As Antoinella wrapped up the class, Margaret quickly closed her sketchbook. Her hand pleasantly ached from the intense drawing session. She hadn’t gotten lost in a project in so long, completely forgetting about everything and everyone else around her. She brushed the gray-stained side of her hand against her jeans. As she drew, she must have been rubbing her hand against the paper, without realizing it. Stubbornly, it remained. Why was it that often things rubbed off where they weren’t supposed to go, and then when you purposely tried to get them off, they stuck? She’d wash it off before heading off to the next class session.

First though, she needed to pick up her clothes. She’d been so ingrained in her drawing that she almost forgot about not wearing a shirt, either. If it wasn’t so damn chilly this time of year, she probably would have blocked it out altogether. The others in the room tucked their materials back into the desks. Usually, she kept her drawing pad with her, but it would probably look curious if she took it while everyone else left.

With one last look between the pages, she shut it and headed toward the front of the class. This time, she wouldn’t let herself be intimidated.

“Ms. Margaret. Thanks for your participation today,” Antoinella said, her eyes twinkling with delight. “You added much to the lessons.”

“Glad I could be of service,” Margaret said. She reached around and untied the apron strings from behind her back, and slid the loop off from around her neck. Once removed, she dropped the apron on the instructor’s desk and stood up straight, towering over the other woman. In fact, her soft, pliant mouth reached almost right to Margaret’s breasts. “Now if I could have my own clothes back, I’ll be on my way.”

Antoinella gave a look of appreciation at Margaret’s firm breasts and tight stomach. For being such a tall woman, Margaret knew that her body remained toned. Their exchange captured the interest of a few remaining students in the classroom.

“By all means, here’s your bra and shirt. In the future, I ask that you consider wearing something less offensive to the senses. Consider the aesthetic elements. From the work of yours I saw today, you’ve got a fine talent. Whenever class isn’t in session, you’re welcome to come by the art studio and work.”

Margaret bypassed her bra, and yanked the sweatshirt over her head. “I appreciate the offer,” she said. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Antoinella reached out and touched Margaret’s arm, giving a barely noticeable caress to her forearm.

“Buono. I’d like to work with you after hours.”

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