her family. She was homesick being so far away from Iowa. When Susan sensed she was completely comfortable, she sprung the trap.
“It can be very lonely, your first year at college, away from home.”
“It is.”
“Is that part of the reason your grades are suffering?”
Becki’s face grew red as she chewed her salad. “I guess. It’s so embarrassing. I feel like such a baby. I can’t help it. I’ve been spending more time with my boyfriend because it keeps my mind off of home, and I can’t get any studying done there.”
“I’ve seen it all before. I know what you mean.”
Becki smiled at Susan, thankful to have a compassionate ear from such an experienced individual.
They discussed college, being homesick, and the dorm life. When they finished dinner, Susan paid. As they stood and pulled on their coats, Susan spoke. “That’s why I’ve invited you to dinner, Becki. I think you could use some more stability in your life. A strong role model to show you the ropes.”
“That would be wonderful,” Becki said.
“But we’d have to get to know each other better,” Susan said, looking at the young woman seductively. “A lot better.”
Becki swallowed hard. “Whatever you say, Dr. McCandless,” she said as if in a trance.
“Please, call me Susan.”
“Susan.”
“Walk with me back to my apartment and we can discuss your grade,” Susan said.
Susan led her through a black wrought iron fence and into a courtyard, then through another gate that exited to concrete steps. At the top of the steps was a large ivy-covered brick building. They came to the oak door, Susan entered her key and pushed the open, revealing a dark room.
Susan flipped on a light. The room looked like something out of an old haunted house. Red velvet patterned wallpaper, red couch, and a black cherry coffee table that looked to be about six hundred pounds. Dark hardwood floors with vividly colored Persian throw rugs. Two strange paintings of minimalist landscapes adorned the wall. Paisley curtains hung over two doorways. Susan removed her coat off and tossed it on the red couch. She went to Becki and unbuttoned her pea-coat, letting it fall to the floor. Becki looked up into her professor’s eyes, unsure about what came next. Susan leaned down and kissed her.
Their lips touched gently at first but hunger caused their passion to grow. Susan put her tongue into Becki’s waiting mouth, which accepted it willingly. Becki sucked Susan’s tongue, tickled it with her own and let it explore her mouth. Susan’s hands wandered down Becki’s slender back to her ass and squeezed it through her blue skirt. Tight and firm, Susan thought.
While Susan enjoyed her young catch, she had another more important concern—what would Raven think? Susan’s goal was to please Raven; if Raven was happy, everyone was happy.
Susan worked her way down, kissing on the young freshman’s neck and nibbling her ears. She guided Becki back and pushed her down on the couch. Susan dropped to her knees. She pulled Becki’s dress up to her waist, revealing black lace panties. Her lean, muscular thighs tapered perfectly to her cute dimpled knees before swelling gently into sultry calves—round, taut and firm, a lean ball of muscle just above delicate ankles and sexy feet. Susan moaned. “I knew there was more to you than meets the eye.”
Susan slipped Becki’s panties down, revealing the most innocent tiny triangle of pubic hair above the soft folds of her labia, her delicate flower. Susan leaned down between Becki’s legs and pressed her lips to Becki’s.
Becki threw her head back and moaned. Her hands went to Susan’s head and held it while Susan ate her. Susan’s tongue drew circles around the lips, then tender kisses, before drawing circles again, the entire time ignoring the clit, letting it grow nervous with anticipation. Susan pressed her tongue into Becki’s pussy. It tasted sweet, like candy. Susan inserted a finger. Becki bucked her
Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko