When she was sure she could continue to lead every class and still allow some time for sex with others, Bette looked around for suitable partners.
She selected Esther as her first partner. Esther was a year older than Bette. She was a quiet, shy young woman. Esther was a bit on the plump side, though not fat. She had a thick waist, big but shapely legs and, what intrigued Bette most, were Esther's breasts.
Bette had seen them once while a group changed into bathing suits. They jutted like melons and had a look of smoothness and firmness that delighted her and made her want to have those breasts squirming in her hands, wanted to hold one with both hands and suck until the dark -haired young woman begged for mercy.
Having decided that Esther would be her partner from time to time, Bette wasted no time going after her. That Esther admired her was obvious. There were a few more things to be learned and Bette wasted no time in doing so.
Although normally reticent, Esther was eager to talk to Bette, to tell everything about herself. She wasn't quite a virgin. There had been one experience with a man and it had been painful and totally unpleasant. She had never tried lesbian sex, but displayed no discomfort at the mention of it.
"Have you any plans for the weekend?" Bette asked as they chatted after class on a Thursday.
"No," Esther replied, a little sadly. "I never have any plans."
"Well you have now, Esther. Pack a few things and plan to spend the weekend with me. After class tomorrow, we'll go somewhere and have a nice dinner, then we'll go to my apartment."
"For the whole weekend?" Esther asked and Bette was pleased with what she saw in the young woman's eyes.
"For the whole weekend. I'm sure we'll find lots of things to do," Bette told her and looked at the outline of the big breasts.
At that, Esther blushed a little, but the look of excitement grew and Bette trembled at the thought of how exciting it would be to train the innocent young woman in the lesbian arts.
Esther was still nicely nervous when they met after the final class on Friday. If Bette was nervous too, it was a controlled nervousness, the nervousness of erotic anticipation.
As they got into Bette's car, the hem of Esther's dress rode up a little, enough to show how nicely her thighs stretched the nylon. Bette heard a little intake of breath as she put a hand on the thigh, patted, then gave it a nice squeeze. The other girl blushed a little, but made no effort to remove the hand, then Bette took it away.
Bette had a generous allowance from her father and it permitted them to enjoy a pleasant dinner in a fashionable restaurant.
Bette observed that, as usual, two women were seated in an inferior location, or would have been had she permitted it to happen. The maitre d' was barely able to hide his annoyance as he led them to the window table Bette had insisted on with quiet confidence.
"If we were a couple of noisy, cigar smoking salesmen," Bette informed the maitre d' after she had ordered drinks, "we'd get first class service."
"I can assure you, madame," he said with a stiff bow, "that your service will be excellent."
In less time than Bette would have believed possible, a young waiter arrived with their drinks and Bette bathed him in a warm smile as she thanked him.
"You're too much, Bette," Esther told her in awe, a little later when it was obvious that they were getting perfect service. "I've watched mother and her friends in restaurants. For all their mink and jewelry, they still get treated like second class citizens."
"And they complain and bitch about it, especially to each other. Right?"
"Right, but it doesn't change anything."
"Of course not. A woman can get anything she demands, as long as she knows it. Whining is for dogs."
And then the tone of the conversation was lightened and they chatted animatedly over a fine dinner. They talked about themselves and laughed as they commented on many of the other diners. They finished the meal with coffee and drambuie, Bette left a generous tip and as they walked to her car in the parking lot, they held hands.
"I feel so good, Bette," Esther told her. "It's sort of the way I always expected I'd feel with the right man on a date. I guess that sounds crazy."
"Far from it, Esther. I know just what you mean and it's going to be a beautiful weekend, one we'll both remember."
As they got into the car, Bette allowed the hem of her dress to ride high and, pretending not to notice, she was very much aware that Esther kept stealing glances at the contrast of creamy white thighs and expanded nylon tops. Yes, she silently assured herself, it was going to be a very beautiful weekend. Her body had been hungry for sex with a woman and over the weekend it would enjoy a banquet of warm, willing, writhing flesh.
In the elevator on the way up to her apartment, Bette was aware that her friend was trembling a little, that her breathing was a little irregular.
While Esther explored the apartment, impressed by the taste with which it had been decorated and furnished, Bette turned the tape deck on. She had already selected the music she wanted for the evening, subdued, gentle music, music to seduce a beautiful young woman by.
Turning away from the machine, Bette took Esther by the hand and they began to dance. It was a slow, sinuous dance, their bodies touching in mounting excitement, sending and receiving vibes that told of beauty and excitement to come.
While they danced, Bette made sure that their breasts rubbed together a few times. Each time, she felt a response that added to her delight. Near the end of the dance, Bette allowed her hand to move lower and lower on the back of her partner.
Far from resisting, Esther moved subtly closer and then, as the final bars of the music played, one of Bette's hands rode slowly over the upper slope of a firm buttock, down to the apex of the cheek, it squeezed, then their bodies rubbed hotly against each other as their mouths mashed wetly in a kiss of fierce passion.
"Help me, Bette," Esther whispered with a little cry, after their kiss.
"Yes, dear," Bette told her as she held the smooth face of the young woman between her hands, "I'll help you. It's going to be beautiful, so very beautiful."
Tilting the pretty face upward, Bette brought her open mouth down on Esther's in a kiss that was surprisingly light and gentle, then Bette took the trembling young woman by the hand and led her into the bedroom.
There was a light on beside the bed, providing a dim, golden glow that fitted so perfectly with the golden satin sheets which awaited their bodies.
"What are we going to do, Bette?" Esther asked, her voice breaking with excitement.
"I'm going to introduce you to the joy and beauty of two women making love. You want that, don't you?"
"Yes. I don't know. I'm so nervous."
"You knew why you were coming here, didn't you?" Bette asked, delighting in the nervousness of the young woman and in her power over Esther, over another human.
"I guess. I don't know what to do."
"That's easy, Esther. Just surrender your body to me," Bette told her as she opened the top of her own dress and unhurriedly pulled it over her head to display her lush body in black lace bra and panties, her nipples barely covered, her pubic bush visible through the sheer panties.
"Does my body excite you, Esther?"
"Oh God, yes. I never dreamed…"
"I'm going to undress you now, Esther. I'm going to strip you naked. You have a lovely big body just made to be loved."