--Note: You should read part one first.
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"More wine," Dr. Adams said. The fifty-ish, bespeckled woman was already filling Cindy's glass.
"I really shouldn't," The young college coed said. The pretty coed stood 5'4", had a tight body, and high proud breasts. She had big blue eyes, curly dark hair, and dimples on both her cheeks and her chin. The poor girl didn't want more wine, but she had specific instructions not to tell Dr. Adams no. "I have an exam tomorrow."
"That's for my class," Dr. Adams said. "You really have nothing to worry about, you know that..."
"But I do worry," Cindy said. "I take my studies very seriously." By which Cindy meant that she didn't want to owe Dr. Adams any more than she already did. The more she owed the harder it was to deflect the older woman's advances.
"I take you very seriously," Dr. Adams said, idly tracing a long painted fingertip along the back of her student's delicate hand. "You look beautiful tonight."
"Thank you," Cindy said, her cheeks warming from the compliment as well as the wine.
"Although," Dr. Adams said, "I almost regret that we aren't in class for you to give me a show."
"I-I don't know what you mean...." Cindy stammered. Although she knew very well what Dr. Adams was referring to. She been instructed by Dr. Stone not to wear panties for quite some time. Worse, she had been given further orders to flirt with Dr. Adams. To give her a show. Other girls had been instructed to do the very same thing in years past, but Dr. Adams was a very near sighted, and she didn't get the benefit until the day Cindy spread her legs on the very front row.
"Drink your wine dear," Dr. Adams said. "If you nurse it any more, it will turn to milk."
Cindy took another sip. Then another. She was feeling more relaxed, she hoped not too relaxed. Her pink lipstick leaving an imprint of her lips on the glass.
"That's better," Dr. Adams said. She moved closer and rested her hand on Cindy's knee. "I think you know very well what I mean when I mention show, don't you young lady? For instance, what would I find if I moved my hand a little further?"
Cindy gulped. Her mind raced as Dr. Adams hand moved higher up her toned thigh. She knew very well what her professor would find - a very smooth and very wet sex.
"I don't know what you mean Dr. Adams...at least about the show. But if your hand moves higher... I don't think it would be ... proper.." Cindy stammered. If only she were allowed to say no. But as far as Dr. Stone and Dr. Adams went, that word no longer exist in her vocabulary.
"You don't think it would be proper?" Dr. Adams said with surprise. "You've been flashing your pussy at me for the last few weeks? And you pretend not to know it? You flirted with me for almost as long. All this time, you've never complained about the extra points I've given you. And now, after I treat you to wine and and expensive dinner, you don't think it would be proper."
"It's just that ...I think this is moving a little too fast...." Cindy said, growing more confident as she said it. It wasn't no. It was slow down. It was entirely appropriate for this situation.
"But you are attracted to me...?" Dr. Adams asked. "Aren't you?"
Cindy thought for a minute before saying, "I think so." But in truth, she was infatuated with another professor, Dr. Stone. She had already fallen in love with her. However, she couldn't tell Dr. Adams this news for fear of retribution, so she played it as safe as she could.
"I'm attracted to you too," Dr. Adams said, as she captured her student's chin, turned her head to face her, and then kissed her on the lips.
Cindy felt as if her mouth were being explored and taken hostage by the older woman. Between kisses, she managed to stammer, "I-I don't think we should be doing this."
Dr. Adams kissed her more powerfully. Her tongue long and insistent.
Cindy gasped, surrendering to the kiss. She was finding it harder and harder to find excuses to stop. She shouldn't have any problem resisting...she had orgasmed several times this very afternoon. Dr. Stone had made her get on top of her desk and bring herself off on a dildo secured to the table. This was all Dr. Stone's doing...making her flirt with Dr. Adams, giving her explicit instructions not to engage in sex, yet not being able to say no to anything. It was an impossible predicament.
"Please," Cindy begged. "You're my professor. No matter how much we want to, we can't...ah- there are rules against this sort of thing."
"Fuck the rules," Dr. Adams said. "I want you."
"You could lose your job...and aren't ....aren't you married?" Cindy was grasping at straws now.
She was relieved when Dr. Adams finally cooled down just a bit.
"Are you teasing me girl? Trying to make a fool of me?" Dr. Adams said. "Is that what all this is about? If it is girl...I will have you tossed out on your ass so fast it will make your head spin."
Cindy felt an icy dagger of fear. She was between a rock and a hard place. But Dr. Stone already had enough evidence to do just that. Hard evidence. Worse, now she had to do what was necessary to keep both women from getting her kicked out of college.
"I'm not trying to make a fool of you," Cindy said. "I just don't want to cause you problems....I've also never done anything like this before. I mean ...with a woman. I want to, but at the same time, it's terrifying."
"I've never been with another woman either," Dr. Adams said. "I find the thought thrilling and terrifying just like you."
Cindy finally felt in control of the conversation. Now, she had an epiphany that could end this once and for all...best of all, she would have followed the rules and not said no one single time.
"And I signed a pledge not to have sex until I was married."
Dr. Adams eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What kind of girl signs a pledge like that then turns around and flashes her pussy at her professor?"
"I-I " Cindy stammered. Shit, she had gone too far. She was fucked. But then she thought of another lie. "I-I wasn't flashing. My doctor told me not to wear panties for awhile." Best of all, this was true. Dr. Stone had forbidden her to wear panties.
"Your doctor?" Dr. Adams said. "You don't have some sort of venereal disease do you girl?"
"No..." Cindy faltered. "I just...had a rash...from the heat...and sweat...."
"You're a hot little bitch aren't you?" Dr. Adams leered. "Sweat...sweat or wet? Which is it hmmmm?"
Cindy felt shamed by the suggestion. Worse, she couldn't even say no.