It was 9.30 am on a Monday morning and the canteen was buzzing with excited chatter as the 24th annual Edinburgh Art College Summer School was about to get under way.

I glanced around the room at my colleagues as we lined up against the wall, waiting for the Director to give her usual welcome address before we led our groups off to the individual studios to begin our week of classes.

I glanced down at the names on my list. Twelve students, a nice number. Enough to get a good group dynamic going but not so large that I didn’t have time to spend enough one-on-one tutorial support.

I was teaching an Introduction to Animation class. Nothing too heavy, just lots of little exercises to get the students to understand the principles of animation - movement and timing. They would then spend the second part of the week making their own very short little movie.

“And now, those students taking the Introduction to Animation class, please follow Heather McDonald,” the Director announced as the groups began to split away and head off.

I stood and smiled as my group gathered around me. I counted them off, four girls and eight guys and turned and led them down the warren-like maze of corridors til we got to the animation studios.

Once in the classroom, I got the students to sit in a circle while we did the usual ice-breakers and health and safety stuff. Like most of the Summer School clientele, the group was a mix of nationalities. As well as Scottish students there were English, Irish, Spanish, Greek and even an American girl. They all looked so young and eager and I did find myself feeling like a dirty old woman. I’d always kept a professional detachment from my students but a girl can still look. At 39, I was nearly twice as old as most of my students, and with a husband and two kids at home, I kinda knew my flirting days were behind me.

I quickly got into teacher mode and we all started work, animating some simple drawings. I made sure I spent an equal amount of time with each student. After all they were paying a lot for these classes and we were always told to make sure they all felt like they were getting value for money.

As the week went on however, I seemed to find myself talking more and more to the American girl, Debbie. She had a way of drawing you easily into a conversation and I found we shared common tastes in movies, books and music despite the age difference. She told me she was 21, at college in Michigan and was taking this class for extra credit while also using it as an excuse to travel.

She was flying to London on Sunday and spending a week with her brother who worked there and intended doing as much touristy stuff as possible. I told her that my husband was taking the kids up north to the Highlands to visit their Granny for the weekend and it was a shame she didn’t have time to visit the rest of Scotland.

“Won’t you be lonely without them all weekend?” she asked, looking concerned.

“I think I’ll be ok,” I replied, laughing. “They will be back soon enough.” I was already thinking about spending Friday evening in front of the tv with a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates to myself.

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On the Friday afternoon of each week of the Summer School there is an exhibition of the students work. I had somewhat foolishly decided that we would have a screening of all the finished movies as part of the exhibition. This was why at lunchtime on the Friday I was rushing around the studio desperately trying to get the students work off all of the machines so I could edit it into one showreel.

“Do you need a hand at all?” I turned and stopped. There, standing in the doorway was Debbie.

She was wearing a little sleeveless chiffon summer dress and sandals and she looked stunning. Her wavy blonde hair was pinned back with an alice band and I couldn’t help but stare. She noticed me staring and smiled and looked down at her dress.

“Yeah, we, well the girls decided we should dress up for the exhibition this afternoon.” She gave a twirl before adding, “What do you think?”

“I think you look stunning,” I managed to say, feeling old and dowdy by comparison in my jeans and top I was wearing.

I always dressed for practical reasons and tried never to wear anything too revealing when I was often kneeling down beside a student and not wanting to give them too much of a view of my 34C boobs.

“What do you need me to do?” Debbie asked as she strode over to the first machine.

“Just copy the final movie files from each machine onto the hard drive and I will edit them together on the machine in the corner,” I told her. I risked sneaking a quick glance at her firm ass as she stood, leaning over the keyboard, her ass sticking out. God she had fantastic legs. Smooth and golden coloured, unlike my milk bottle white legs. That’s what comes from living in a more hospitable climate than Scotland I thought.

Every so often I would glance over at her, watching her wriggle her ass as she worked at the keyboard, never sitting down at the computers, seemingly preferring to stand.

“Here you go,” she said, smiling at me and she presented me with the hard drive containing all the movies. Her face radiating youth and vitality. Her eyes sparkled when I told her I’d have to get her a drink to say thank you after the exhibition.

“I‘d love that,” she said smiling. “It’s a date!” And with that she turned and walked out of the studio. I sat there in the swivel chair, watching her go, noticing how her dress seemed to float around her body. She had a killer figure. Firm young breasts, a B cup I figured with a slender waist and pert little ass cheeks. At 5’5” she was just a little smaller than me.

“Stop it!” I said to myself. I ticked off the reasons in my head why this line of thought was a bad idea: She was a student - I could lose my job. I was married with two children - I could lose my family. I was old enough to be her mother. And, I wasn’t even a lesbian... I paused. Well at one time I had thought I might be, but it had never progressed beyond a drunken kiss with a classmate while a 1st year at art college. And after that, I’d settled down, got married, got the career, got the children, they had even persuaded me to get the dog.

“I’m reading too much into this,” I convinced myself as I busied myself finishing putting the showreel together. She’s not interested in you in your dowdy clothes and dowdy hair and your lack of makeup. “Just be polite,” I told myself. After all, that’s all she is doing to you.

I looked down at myself. I wasn’t exactly proud of how I looked but I hadn’t entirely let myself go. I worked out in the gym a couple of times a week and had been complimented more than once in the past few months when I’d been out for a night with the girls.

Despite my reservations, I found myself in the ladies bathroom putting on lipstick and eyeliner ten minutes before the exhibition was to open. As I pulled a hairbrush through my long brunette hair I laughed at myself at how I was acting.

When I walked into the exhibition I saw the movies were playing on a loop on a monitor in the gallery space and I felt a sense of relief that I had got through another summer school and was now ready to relax and enjoy the afternoon.

The College management liked us to walk around the space and congratulate the students, making sure they had enjoyed their time here and would either decide to come back next year or convince their friends to come. It’s just another cash cow I thought cynically as I lifted a glass of red wine from the tray.

I walked up to Debbie and the three other girls who were standing looking fabulous in front of the monitor, seeing everyone’s work for the first time.

“I can’t believe you got so much work out of us,” one of the girls told me.

“Yes, you certainly know how to crack the whip,” added Debbie, one eyebrow raised before taking a sip of her wine.

“Thank you” I said, smiling at them all but feeling flustered inside.

Once the self-congratulatory speeches were over and the College Director had told everyone how marvellous they were, everyone was hanging around, making small talk and trying to decide when was the moment that we had been there long enough and could go home to begin the weekend.

“How about that drink you promised me?” I turned and found myself looking at Debbie. She smiled, gestured to the other girls who were deep in conversation with a couple of the guys on the course and whispered, “Let’s get out of here and find somewhere we can talk alone.”

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We walked out of the college  and wandered down to the Grassmarket area without speaking. Edinburgh in late July is always busy with tourists here for the festival and people were spilling out of the many bars onto the pavements already.

We stood outside The White Hart pub watching the comings and going as I told her “It’s supposed to be haunted you know.”

“Great,” she replied and with that walked over and plonked herself down on a chair at an outside table recently vacated by an elderly couple who were slowly making their way up the pavement.

“I’m starving,” Debbie announced as I sat myself down and I watched as she perused the menu.

“What would you like to drink?” I asked. “Now that we can have that drink I promised you.” I finished, smiling.

“I think another glass of wine would be nice.Though a proper glass, not that warm sweet stuff they were serving in there.” She looked up, smiling at the waitress who had materialised by our side and ordered fish and chips.

I’ll have the same,” I told her and then, smiling at Debbie and telling myself it was just a drink, ordered a bottle of chardonnay as well.

"A bottle?” Debbie enquired, one eyebrow raised. “Oh good, I take it we are staying for a while then?”

“I’d like you to, yes.” I replied, smiling. “I think we could have a lot to talk about” and with that, raised a glass that the waitress had just poured and said “Cheers.”

The conversation flowed as well as the wine. Nothing beats that after work drink. I knew I was dragging the evening out for a number of reasons. Once I got home, domestic drudgery would take over, even with the flat empty, there was a multitude of domestic chores to do and this fleeting moment of drinking wine with a beautiful young attractive girl would be another memory  to store in the ‘would have, should have, could have’ section of my brain.

As I paid the bill, I decided I didn’t want her to go.

“Have you been up to the Castle?” I asked, “We should go up and see the view.”

“No I haven’t, I’d love that,” she replied and together we headed up the steps towards the Castle Wynd.

As we rounded the steps and came onto the Royal Mile I suddenly remembered the Tattoo was on that evening. The street was full of people, all heading in the direction of the Castle. I took hold of Debbie's hand so we didn’t get separated in the throng.

As we stepped into one of the narrow closes that connected the Royal Mile with the other streets, Debbie pressed against me and suddenly without warning our lips touched. I froze with shock, caught unawares by the forwardness of this confident young woman.

I closed my eyes and let myself go as she softly kissed my bottom lip, sucking it gently between her own. We continued to kiss for what seemed like minutes but was probably only a few seconds before she broke off the kiss and smiled as she looked into my eyes.

She took my left hand in hers and looked down at the wedding ring on my finger.

“You know I usually steer well clear when I see this,” she said in a quiet voice then looked up and added, “But with you I felt I had to make an exception.”

“I’m glad you did,” I managed to reply before Debbie once again kissed me. This time more forcefully. She ran one hand up the back of my neck and cradled my head, her fingers running through my hair as we kissed. Her other hand caressing my waist and hip bone.

All thoughts of relationships with students, husbands, children went out of my head as I found myself falling under her spell. She pressed me back against a little alcove in the alleyway almost hidden from the throng only a few feet away. I gasped as I felt her hand slip under my top and worm its way up to my breasts. Her fingers played with the lace cup, teasingly causing my nipple to stir and harden before scooping down the bra and pawing my tit in her hand.

I almost yelped into her mouth when she rolled the hard nubbin between her thumb and finger. “Oh god,” I whimpered as she slowly twisted it. I opened my eyes and found myself staring into hers as she broke off the kiss.

“You know I find the idea of taking you right here and now kind of erotic,” she murmured, slolwy looking round the alleyway. “But I don’t really want to perform for an audience.” She dropped her hand out of my top and I felt deflated. “No this can’t end yet,” a voice screamed inside my head.

“And I can hardly bring you back to the dorm room in the hostel,” she stated, matter of factly, looking at me, waiting for me to respond.

“Come with me,” I told her, grabbing her hand and leading her out of the alley and down the steps towards the New Town.

“TAXI!” I shouted, desperately waving my hand in the air, trying to attract the attention of the driver of seemingly the only black cab in Edinburgh that still had their light on. Miraculously, he saw us and spun round in a graceful arc and pulled up alongside.

“Morningside” I told him as we sat back in the taxi, an edgy silence between us, I wasn’t sure what to do or what would happen next.

I could feel the taxi driver’s eyes on us the whole journey home but I didn’t care, I was past caring, all I knew was I wanted her and I was taking her home. As she slipped her hand back up my top and rolled my nipple again, I whimpered in her mouth. I could feel her smiling even as we continued to kiss. Opening my eyes, I saw hers sparkle as we pulled up outside the tenement block.

I paid the driver, then dropped her hand and let her walk beside me as we headed to the door to the stairwell.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I should let the neighbours see us kissing,” I whispered as we started the long climb up to the third floor. Buying this tenement flat had seemed such a good idea when we were newly married but lugging a toddler and shopping up three flights of stairs had caused me to curse like a sailor on more than one occasion.

As I stood outside the door of the flat, putting the key in the lock, I wondered if this was really such a good idea, then glanced over at her, leaning against the wall, one foot hooked behind the other ankle in her little summer dress and all second thoughts flew from my mind.

I opened the door and let her inside, as the door closed, she pushed me against it. This time there was no coy brushes against my lips or breasts. She all but assaulted me as she pinned me to the door, kissing me hard on the mouth, the dropping her hands to grip the waistband of my top and in one swift movement had it up and over my head.

I raised my arms to help her, inwardly cursing the fact I was wearing utilitarian underwear. The plain black cotton bra and briefs were comfy but not exactly designed for passion. She didn’t seem to notice as her hands moved swiftly to my breasts.

She moved her hands over them, pawing at them as she continued to kiss me, feeling the round globes through the material before dropping her hands to my waist. In a matter of moments the button was undone and her fingers were pulling down the zip.

I was frozen against the door, offering no resistance, and relishing the touch of this young woman’s fingers on my stomach and pantyline. As she opened my fly and began pushing the material down my hips, I gave a little wriggle and felt the material crumple in a heap by my ankles. I kicked off the flat shoes I was wearing and stepped out of my clothes.

Debbie broke the kiss at last and stepped back, running her eyes over me in such a way that I definitely felt like I was the prey. I tugged apologetically at my panties, saying “I wasn’t expecting company.”

Debbie laughed and took me by the hand, leant in close and whispered in my ear “Where is the bedroom?”

Stepping over the scattered pieces of lego and assorted child detritus, I pushed open the bedroom door and led her inside. I was starting to inwardly curse my husband for leaving the bedroom in such a state when I heard a rustle of cloth and on turning round saw Debbie standing in just her pale pink lacy bra and matching thong. Her summer dress in a crumpled heap on the floor, the sandals kicked off.

She stepped forward and push me gently back against the bed, forcing me to fall backwards onto the crumpled sheets, my feet still on the ground. She stood in front of me, licking her lips as she lowered her hand and ran her fingers slowly down my thigh towards my knee.

Leaning forward slightly, she gave me a wonderful view of her cleavage, her firm B cup breasts encased in their lacy bra, as she put a hand on each knee and slowly spread my legs open.

I lay there and watched her, propped up on my elbows, mesmerised as she dipped her head between my legs. I could feel her hair brushing against my inner thighs as her fingers trailed slowly over my hip bones. As she hooked her fingers in the elastic of the waistband, I lifted my ass off the bed, allowing her to easily slide them down my thighs and off. I saw them sail through the air as she threw them behind her before my pussy exploded.

I arched my back and moaned loudly as she parted my lips and ran her tongue longingly up my slit, lapping at the juices now flooding out of me before curling round my clit and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. I felt her fingers move through my pubic hair, spreading my lips and smearing my juices over my clit and lips as she spread me open like a flower.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” I whimpered as she slid two curled fingers deep inside me. I could hear as well as feel them squelch inside me. As she sucked and tongued my clit, she moved her fingers in and out of me, slowly building up a rhythm. I moved my hands up to my own breasts and massaged them, feeling the nipples harden like bullets as I mashed them together, mimicking the assault happening between my legs.

I could feel the onrushing orgasm approaching, there was no point in even trying to hold back. With a low guttural wail I came, writhing on the bed like a banshee as my hips bucked and jerked under the influence of her tongue and fingers.

I wasn’t even speaking at this point, wordless cries, whimpers, moans, squeaks and pleadings spewed out of my mouth as she slowly, slowly, slowly eased off, bringing me down and letting me collapse onto the bed, my feet still planted on the ground as I felt the juices ooze out of me, run down my ass crack and pool in a puddle on the bed beneath me.

I lay there with my eyes closed, shuddering with aftershocks as I felt her lift herself up off her knees and begin to kiss her way up my stomach and over my breasts, her body pressing into mine, feeling her panty covered mound pressing against my soaked hairy one.

She looked down at me lying beneath her. I could see my juices glistening on her lips and chin before she moved her head and kissed me again, our bodies pressed tightly together as I tasted myself on her.

As we kissed, I moved my hands down her back and unclasped the bra, helping her to slide first one arm and then the other out of the straps without ever breaking the kiss. I dropped her bra off the side of the bed and ran my hand back along her spine.

“You taste divine” she whispered in my ear as she began kissing her way along my jawline and neck.

I lay there, wallowing in these new and unexpected feelings. My husband had never eaten me out like that before. The odd time he had gone down on me, he was rather cursory and only seemed to do it in the belief that he was owed a blowjob in return for his efforts.

Debbie was so different. She knew exactly which buttons to press and I could feel her start to press them again as she bent her head and kissed her way down my neck, over my collarbone and down over my boobs, tongue swirling round the nipple that was so hard it seemed to tremble.

I felt her softly blow her warm breath over the nipple, teasing it, not touching but god how they wanted to be touched. When her soft warm mouth covered the nipple my body reacted with another back arch and a whimper escaped my mouth.

She kissed, sucked, teased and nibbled my tits for what seemed like forever and I thought I would never tire of the sensations she produced. My nipples appeared hot wired to my pussy, every touch sending signals deep into my core.

At last she broke contact and rolled off me and lay in the middle of the bed.  I got my first look at her breasts. Beautiful firm, small, as lightly tanned as the rest of her with small bright pink nipples, which looked as hard as my own. Running my eyes over her, I could see a damp patch visible on the small pink panties she was wearing.

“Are you going to just sit there and watch or are you going to help me undress,” she asked, eyes smiling as she bit her bottom lip.

I rolled onto all fours and slowly begin crawling across the bed towards her. My head dipped and I ran my lips slowly up her leg from her ankle to her knee, bending my head so I could maintain eye contact with her as my mouth slowly headed towards where I knew she wanted me to go.

I let my hair brush against her inner thighs as she spread her legs wider for me, the scent of her was heavy in the air. The aroma filled my nostrils as I ran my mouth over her panties, tongue flicking at the material, then up, over her knicker line and up to her belly button. My back arching as I pressed my stomach against her groin, my mouth moving to greedily suckle on first one then the other of her nipples.

“Mmmmm yes that’s it,” she encouraged as I sucked harder, letting my teeth graze her nipple. Her hand was snaking it’s way through my hair, massaging the scalp as I buried my face in her breasts.

When I felt her press down on the top of my head, I realised she wanted me to head back down again and so, reluctantly, I kissed my way down over her stomach and hooking two fingers into the waistband of her panties, slowly pulled them over her hips.

She brought her legs together and pointed them up into the air, forcing me to kneel upright as I lifted them from the ankles to drop on the floor. She dropped her legs, spreading them wide open as she did so, revealing to me the most perfect pussy I had ever imagined.

A small neatly trimmed triangle of soft downy blonde hair seemed to point to where she wanted my mouth to go. I hesitated. I knew the theory well enough  and had only minutes before, felt what she had done to me but still, this was a new experience for me.

She seemed to sense this and lay there, silently watching me and it was only when I bent my head down and parted her lips with my thumbs that she gave an audible sigh of satisfaction. I began by mimicking her, running my tongue slowly along her slit from the perineum up to her clit which was growing and peeking out of its hood.

As my tongue circled her folds, I could hear Debbie’s moans of appreciation and was rewarded with a loud squeal of pleasure when I pushed a finger deep inside her glistening love hole.

I moved my finger in and out of her as I lapped and flicked her cit with my tongue. Her hips squirmed beneath me as I pleasured her. She was vocal. A steady chorus of “Yes, yes, oh fuck yes!” accompanied my actions.

“Turn round,” she ordered. “Get into a 69”

I didn’t hesitate to comply and shuffled round on the bed, crawling backwards until my feet were by her head and I felt her grasp my hips with her hands and drag my pussy down to her mouth. I buried my face back in her pussy, my chin rubbing on her pubis as I moved my lips over her throbbing clit. Two fingers now plunging in and out of her slick wet hole.

I felt her tongue push inside me, flicking at my entrance as her hands moved over my ass. Massaging the two cheeks, spreading them wide then pushing them together. As she gripped my ass cheeks, her thumbs pulled my pusy lips wide open. I felt her tongue moving all over, slurping at the juices that were pouring out of me. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, on my clit, then poking at my pussy entrance, then flicking at the folds of my lips, then back to my clit.

I buried my face in her. I found I could comfortably suck on her clit and push two fingers into her. As they slid easily inside her, slick with her own juices, I curled them around and pressed on her insides. I was rewarded with an increase in the volume of her moans as I dragged the still curled fingers out of her before plunging them back in.

I was wriggling my hips with pleasure and excitement as she continued the assault on my pussy. I let myself grind down onto her face, rubbing my clit over her mouth, pressing her nose into me, while all the while she had her thumb pushed into my pussy, her fingers now running up and down my ass crack.

The sensations were building again. I had never orgasmed more than once when having sex with my husband, sometimes not even once. And now this girl was giving me a second orgasm within minutes of my first. I let the sensations build and build, riding them for all I was worth.

Debbie was writhing beneath me too as I fingerfucked her and sucked and licked her clit. My fingers were soaked and her thighs and ass were glistening with her juices. I had never been that found for the taste of myself and rarely sucked my own fingers clean after masturbating but I found her juices intoxicating. They were like a mixture of sweet, salty and tangy all at once.

Suddenly Debbie went rigid and gave a long loud howl into my pussy. Her fingers dug deep into my ass and pulled my pussy down hard onto her face. This was too much for me and I felt my insides explode for a second time as the orgasm crashed over me I felt I was trapped in a headlock as Debbie squeezed my head between her thighs and I could feel my body trying to buck and writhe as she held me tight.

My orgasm never seemed to stop, wave after wave crashed over me until at last, as I felt Debbie drop her head back onto the bed and the pressure on my clit and pussy subsided, they slowly ebbed away. As she parted her legs, I let my own head slide away from her clit, slowly sliding my fingers out of her before rolling off her and lying on the bed beside her.

I lay on my back, whimpering softly, letting my legs stop shaking and feeling the oxygen return to my lungs. She recovered first and sat up and turned round so we lay face to face.

“Thank you,” I managed to say before she leaned in and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips and knew she would be able to taste herself on me. I could see my juices smeared over her face. A sheen of slick pussy juices on her nose, forehead and chin.

As I wrapped my arms around her, all I wanted was to live in this moment. Thoughts of husband, job and children evaporated as I held her tight and whispered, “I love you.”