My name is Laura and I am a good girl. I always do what my mother tells me to do. Why not? Mom is a great person. She raised me by herself after Dad ran away with a cocktail waitress. Really, a cocktail waitress, how cliché!
Mom worked two jobs just to make sure I had everything a young girl needed. She even sent me money when I was in college just so I had extra study time to keep my grades up. Yes, my mom is the best.
College life was fun for me. I am a good- looking girl, age 20 with 34C bust, 5'7" and short blonde hair that accentuates my fine features; but enough about me. Let's get back to mom. My mom Lorraine got tired of being alone and who could blame her? She busted her butt for me for 18 years before I flew the coop to go off to college. She deserved to have a special man in her life. That's where Robert came in. He was a couple years older than mom with dark features and a fine head of black hair with grey around the temples.
Robert is an attorney and he possesses a strong will and is used to getting his way. I guess you have to be tough when you are going up against other conniving attorneys all day long. Anyway, Robert treats Mom nice, so what's the diff, right?
I guess I was raised to rely on mom too much because college got to be a big hassle for me and my GPA began to plummet Too heavy a course load and too little academic guidance would be my explanation but too many boys and too much tequila would be mom's explanation. Aren't moms special?
I struggled tried to turn things around academically but ran into problems. I got involved with one of my history professors and it ended badly. It all started innocently enough. Professor Hughes held tutorials at his home, just off campus. Nothing unusual about that, lots of professors did the same thing. It provided a more relaxed atmosphere for student-teacher interaction.
Mr. Hughes had another type of interaction in mind, not that I objected, at least not at first. I had been dating casually, no one special and definitely nothing to write home about. Mr. Hughes was in his early fifties, divorced, self-assured to the point of being arrogant sometimes. He was not exactly movie star material but he kept his weight in check and had a full head of grey hair. When you asked Professor Hughes a question, he had such a warm and natural way of making you feel like a complete idiot.
I was struggling in his class and I asked for some help before I flunked out. We arranged a tutorial at his home on a late afternoon the next week. We sat in his livingroom on the sofa next to each other and he behaved himself. He have me an entire hour and it really helped. He had a great way of asking you a question in a way that really made you think about a problem and honestly, he was one of the best teachers I ever had.
As I was about to get up to leave, he told me he had something to tell me.
"Laura, I can see from the way you answered my questions, you have a lot of potential. You didn't just fire off a safe and predictable answer to my question, you took time to consider what it meant and give an answer that demonstrates that you know how to go beyond the ordinary and really apply yourself. Keep it up, you did good today"
You could have knocked me over with a feather. This from the guy that used to reduce straight A students to tears with a sharp remark and sarcastic put down. I admit, I fell into his trap. Flattery gets you into a lot of places your mom warned you never to go.
Long story short, not five minutes after the good professor complimented me, we were in bed together. Professor Hughes picked me up and carried me into the bedroom and lay me on the bed. He kissed me passionately on the lips and our tongues met in a sweet union. As I lay on the bed, the unbuttoned my white blouse and unhooked my bra that opened at the front. He leaned down to kiss my deep red nipples and my pussy was instantly soaked.
He slid his hand up my plaid skirt and quickly found my hot moist delta. I was going crazy with desire from this powerful man. I guess I really like authority figures because this man was more than twice my age I could not wait to have him inside me.
Soon all my clothes were off and he put his head between my legs and licked my swollen folds until you had to pull me off the ceiling. I never gushed so much pussy juice in all my life and there was Professor Hughes' eager tongue to lap it all up. He lubricated his thumb with my juice and rubbed my nub in hard circles. I lay my head back on the pillows and screamed in ecstasy.
Now that we had been formally introduced, the intrepid professor peeled off his clothes and got into bed with me. He wasn't hung particularly well but it got the job done. He rode me hard and I did have a loud orgasm. I was totally into having a successful man take control of me and Professor Hughes knew it.
He didn't ask me to come back, he ordered me to come back the next afternoon. At the time, it turned me on to be under his spell. For almost two months, I spend every night with him. He helped me with my assignments from other classes before he took me to bed. Funny, at the time it all seemed perfectly natural. Seems like I just got drawn in and couldn't tell when things got too crazy.
Long story short, he became controlling and paranoid. He accused me of having affairs with students and other professors. He really freaked me out and one night, he grabbed me and pushed me to the floor. I wasn't hurt physically, but it scared me to death. I grabbed my purse and ran. I left behind a lot of textbooks, several note books with lecture notes from other classes and a bunch of clothes, including a nifty pair of Louis Jordan open-toed heels. You know, the ones with....ok, let's drop it.
