The time of crisis came quickly, for Robert and, of course, Susan and Jim were invited to Jean and Don's that Saturday evening, the weekend before classes started. When dressing for the occasion, Susan deliberately chose a high necked blouse and a somewhat longer, full skirt. Under it she wore her usual garter belt and hose, but her panties were opaque and full-cut. She had no intention of presenting even a hint of suggestive attire. So, dressed conservatively, she went, with trepidation and apprehension, to meet her new bête noire.
To Susan's relieved delight, the trauma was defused immediately, with Robert acting as if absolutely nothing had happened between them, talking to her as freely as with everyone else. No looks, no veiled references, nothing. He even laughed when Jean commented on her "earth mother" style of dress! Thus, her fears of some kind of confrontation, she knew not what, evaporated completely. It is amazing how the world can get brighter when a perceived threat turns out to be nothing - she actually felt sort of light-headed for a while and light-hearted all evening
They had an excellent dinner, during which they were having a rambling discussion, including a description of Jean's work and, incidentally, Susan's increasingly important role in the preparation of the articles. After eating, they settled down in the living room, Susan on a floor pillow, leaning back against the couch where Jim and Don sat, Robert sitting across from them in a chair, Jean in another chair nearby. Susan sat with her legs under her, her skirt pulled down and covering her feet - for all the world like an innocent, chaste housewife sitting at her husband's knee.
Jim and Robert got into a discussion about their courses and the relative importance of the literary figures to be included or omitted, with Susan able to interject some pertinent comments. Robert was quite surprised at her knowledge, having considered her only as the attractive, and sexy, wife of a new colleague, not as someone personally interested in the field of literature. That led to the revelation, to Robert, that she was an English major, only a few credits short of a master's degree, and an experienced teacher, things that just had not come up in previous conversations. He seemed quite impressed.
As they went on to other subjects, of more general interest, however, Susan withdrew into herself and just sat there listening as the others talked - and thinking. Suddenly, with a quiet "excuse me", she got up and went into the bathroom, looked at herself steadily in the mirror for a minute, and, as with an abrupt decision made, reached up under her skirt and pulled off her panties and stuffed them into her purse. Then, hurriedly before she lost her nerve, she went back out and sat back down on her pillow. This time, however, she drew her knees up to her chin, her feet resting on the floor, skirt modestly wrapped around her. Then, without hesitation or haste, she leaned back, held one knee upright while, at the same time, lowering the other to lie flat on the pillow, completely exposing herself to Robert.
From his position, nothing was hidden. The two widely separated knees acted like a funnel, pulling his eyes inward, past the dark rings of her hose tops, past the white thighs, along the black supporter straps, to the apex, where an open, blond-haired cunt was brazenly displayed. Absolutely nothing was hidden in that position. Even the hair-lined cunt lips were spread open, giving a tantalizing look at her most erotic area. This was not a "flash." Susan just stayed in that position, displaying herself for Robert's edification, not moving until Jean prepared desert and called them to the table. Even then, Susan waited until Don and Jim left the couch, and, when Robert offered his hand to help her up, she deliberately spread her legs wide and let her skirt rise well above her hose tops, almost to her crotch, as he pulled her up. Utterly shameless - and she loved it!
