William Johnson was in his first semester at University. The only son of wealthy parents, he had been both daunted and excited by the thought of leaving home for the first time. At school, he had had a reputation for being something of a loner. Certainly more geek than jock, but happy to spend time on his own. And now, rather than staying on campus, he had managed to find a room, complete with kitchenette, in the house of his landlady, Mrs Gardiner. A lady in her mid 40s, whose husband had unfortunately been killed in a horrible oil rig disaster, she valued the extra income but was happy to pretty much leave him to his own devices. Indeed, she left the house for work pretty early in the mornings, so if William saw her at all, it was only in the evenings. She said he was welcome to have friends round if he wanted, but he thought that unlikely. And her stipulation that he keep the noise down, was certainly no hardship.
The first few weeks of classes and study had gone well. Mathematics came easily to him, he was attentive in lectures and generally polished off any work quickly when he got back to his room. He hadn't really participated in Fresher's Week, though he'd wondered about joining up with the Dungeons and Dragons community, but figured perhaps that was best left at high school.
At 18 it was natural William would be keeping more than half an eye on the girls that attended his lectures. Not that he'd ever had any luck with girls, he just seemed to become tongue-tied and make a fool of himself whenever any opportunity came up. But that didn't stop him looking, and his vivid imagination could fill in the details, back in his room in the evenings. He'd noticed a few, of course, and then last week, he'd been held up, walking to campus, and arrived late to the lecture theatre, squeezing onto the end of a row towards the back, instead of his usual place further forward. He'd caught the eye of the blonde girl who'd had to move over to make room for him. Yes, it had been a dirty look for disturbing her, but, a look, nevertheless from the face of an angel. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, a strand falling either side of her face to frame it. There was no doubt she was beautiful, and she knew it. But it was her chest that had really fired his imagination. Even under the pink sweater she was wearing, it was clear she was very well proportioned. And William's fantasies invariably involved ladies who were generously gifted in that department. Of course, he'd said nothing and tried to focus on the lecture, but he'd made a point, at the end, of making sure he let her out and then following her gently swaying derrière up the steps and out into the corridor.
Since that eventful episode, he had learned that her name was Cindy, that she was a little older than him, she lived on campus and was studying geography, and that her maths module was a compulsory part of her curriculum. And as luck would have it, she had been late in two days later, and had had to join the row he was sitting in, now that he was making a definite point of sitting further back for those classes. It was immediately obvious she was struggling with the complexities of the subject, and once William had even been able to gently point out a mistake in the copious notes she was taking. He'd actually earned a surprised thank you for that.
And now it seemed that against all odds, Cindy was actively seeking him out in those lectures. She had ended up sitting close to him a couple of times now, and this morning had even asked him, during a particularly convoluted explanation from the lecturer, whether he actually understood this stuff. Immediately tongue-tied he'd just blurted out something about it not being so bad once you got the hang of it, and then immediately buried his nose back in his books.
With mid-terms just a few weeks away, Cindy caught up to him as they were leaving a lecture one morning, "It's William isn't it? I was wondering if you had a moment, I've got a question for you..."
Taken aback, William managed a garbled "Er...yes, er... William. I, er... Sure." And then Cindy was grabbing his arm, and steering him towards a free table. He felt her left breast momentarily brush against his shoulder, but then it was gone, leaving a deep flush rising across his cheeks. Cindy sat, and indicated he should join her. She seemed somehow confident and vulnerable at the same time. "You know you said this stuff was easy once you get the hang of it? - Well, that's just not happening for me. I sit there and write everything down, and it even seems to mostly make sense then, but later, it's just a jumble of rubbish" She paused looking at him. "And now I'm getting really worried about these midterms. I need to pass this module, and right now, I don't know if I can." Again, a pause, waiting for a reaction.
William, still struggling with the fact that Cindy was sitting right across a table from him, her incredible breasts resting on the tabletop, was desperately trying to focus on what she was saying, but could only manage a rather lame "I'm sure you'll get there, if you study hard"
"Well that's just it," she said. "I could really use some extra tuition, and was wondering if there was any chance you could maybe help me a bit? That is if it wouldn't be too much trouble for you?"
And there it was. Cindy was actually asking him for help.
"Well, I er... that is to say, I. No, sorry, it wouldn't be too much trouble, I guess. I mean... - but I don't think I'd make a good teacher, really"
"Of course you will! I know you get this stuff, way better than I do. How about you come round to my room after we've eaten tonight? Then we could have a real run at it, without any interruptions. Say 7:30 tonight?"
And so it was that at 7:30 that evening, William found himself staring at the bell push for Cindy's room, finger hovering over the button. Drawing a deep breath, he mustered up his courage, pressed it, and waited. The lock buzzed, and a rather metallic version of her voice said, "William? Come on up!"
Cindy met him at the door to her room. She was wearing a hoodie and sweatpants, leaning on the door frame, her arms folded under her breasts. Trying hard not to stare, and make a complete fool of himself, William found himself at a loss for words, and cringed as he caught himself saying "So, I'm here"
"Of course you are! Come on in, Billy!" she said, brightly.
"It's William," he muttered, quietly.
"Oh, but you seem like a Billy to me!" she laughed. "You don't mind if I call you Billy do you?"
"Er, I guess not, no, Billy's fine" he stuttered.
The next hour or two went reasonably well. They were both sitting at her desk in the window, William guiding her through the lectures, patiently explaining the more complex points, and Cindy seemed to be making good progress. In fact, she was proving to be a quicker study than William had expected.
But after a while, she was clearly tiring. "Look, I think I've taken in about as much as I'm going to today. And I'm so far behind with all the exercises. I've just kind of been letting them pile up."
"You mean you haven't been doing them as they've come out?" William gasped.
