Too Good To Be True Pt 02 A Second Invitation

Fortunately the next day was Saturday, and William had the whole weekend to recover, before heading back to campus again. Strangely, over the next couple of days back, William hardly saw Cindy. He was quietly nursing his bruised testicles, shocked at the amount of pain Cindy had caused him, and wondering if she had decided to look for someone else to help her, after all. She seemed to be deliberately late to the lectures they shared, and always chose a row well away from his. Even his attempts to time his exit to coincide with hers proved fruitless. But maybe that was for the best. He wasn't sure he could take another kicking from her, even though he just knew he wasn't the type of person she thought he was. He couldn't help but think she deserved to know that, and not be afraid of him.

It wasn't until the Wednesday afternoon, that he suddenly found Cindy walking beside him down a busy corridor, her ponytail swaying behind her. "I've cleared my diary for this evening, Billy, so 7:30 would be good again. We've got some catching up to do" and, before William could even summon a response, she surged forward, weaving through others, and was quickly out of earshot. William was stunned. All his indecision came flooding back, and Cindy hadn't even given him a chance to reply. For the rest of the afternoon, he struggled through his programme of lectures, trying to concentrate on the topics, and failing more often than not. His maths lecture with Cindy had been earlier, and he knew there was every likelihood he would not see her again until the evening, if he decided to go. His head was spinning, his mind alternately thinking about her beautiful bust before summoning up the image of her foot lashing up between his legs again.

But, at 7:30, he once again found himself staring at Cindy's bell push, before tentatively reaching out to press it down. The lock buzzed briefly, her metallic voice inviting him up. As he ascended the three flights of stairs to her room, William knew he desperately wanted to make a better impression this time, and yet, the more he thought of Cindy, the more he felt that familiar stirring in his loins. Desperately, he tried to think of anything to take his mind off her glorious figure. Lectures, his old D&D friends, his worst days at High School, anything. But try as he might, he wasn't convinced it was working.

By the time he was standing outside her door, he was trembling slightly as he reached out and gently tapped on it. She hadn't met him this time and now, as he waited, he wasn't even sure if she had heard his gentle knock. It felt ages before he eventually heard her call out "It's open, Billy, you can come in. Close the door behind you."

As he entered the room, Cindy was sitting cross legged on the bed, papers and books spread out around her. She was wearing a college tee-shirt, and the same sweatpants as last time. As she stretched to move some papers from her lap to the bed, William could distinctly see the outline of her glorious breasts moving beneath the fabric, and his heart missed a beat, realising she wasn't even wearing a bra.

Barely seeming to look at him, she immediately said "Put your things on the desk Billy and then stand with your back against the wall, feet apart, I need to check you."

Shocked, Billy tried to protest, but Cindy quickly overruled him. "You know, after last time, I need to know if I'm safe around you, Billy. So, you can leave, or let me check whether you're thinking with your head, and genuinely here to help me with my math, or whether another part of your anatomy is in charge again. You decide."

Groaning, William struggled with the predicament Cindy had so quickly put him in, but even as he did so, he found himself carefully placing his bag on the floor by the desk, and moving to stand against the wall.

"Good boy, Billy. I really hoped you wanted to help me", and with that, Cindy got up from the bed and came over to where he stood. William couldn't help himself, he could clearly see her big breasts moving under the dark tee-shirt, and although he tried to wrench his eyes away, he knew the damage was already done, as he felt himself swelling further. He prayed quietly that he could still pass Cindy's visual inspection, but her next moves caught him completely by surprise. She walked right up to him, and, standing slightly to one side of him, casually rested one elbow against the wall, her chest now inches from his right arm. Reaching with her right hand, she laid her fingers across the front of his slacks, and then just paused. William felt her touch through the thin layers of material, and instantly felt his pulse quicken, blood pumping to unwanted places. Slowly, Cindy let her fingers explore his shape taking her time, knowing the effect her proximity and touch was likely to have. "My, my Billy, you are big down here aren't you?" she questioned. "I'm sure this is quite a bit more than normal, isn't it?"

Her question seemed to hang in the air, as William struggled to find an answer. "It... - well, it's... - yes, I think it is" he stuttered.

"Again, you've come in here thinking what you want to do to me, and not what you want to do for me. I mean you don't seem to be focused on helping me with my maths, do you, Billy? And you know I can't have that now, can I?" And with that she seemed to lean in closer still, her breasts pressing into his arm, her fingers now almost wrapping themselves around his stiffening cock, through his trousers. Nervously he tried to move his hands to protect himself. "Uh, uh, hands away, Billy. Put them on the top of your head where I can see them. I don't want them in the way, if I'm going to have to deal with this, again," she said, as she squeezed him hard, once.

"No please, I'm sorry! I am here to help you, it's just..." but he never got to finish as she once again interrupted him.

"I said hands on head, Billy. Do it now!" This time there was a definite edge to her voice and William reacted quickly, raising his hands and lacing his fingers above his head. "Good boy," Cindy praised, lightly tapping his balls with her hand. "Now, let's deal with this disgusting thing, shall we? Lets, see... - yes, lets have those feet wider apart bend your knees, so you squat down a bit... - that's it..." Her instructions came thick and fast, and William found himself complying, even as his bewildered mind fought to understand how he had once again found himself in this situation. "No, keep your shoulders back against the wall Billy, but if you stand on your toes, you can push your hips forward a bit," she ordered as she moved round to stand between his legs, her body, just a foot from his. "And this time, try to stay in position, Billy, I don't want you thrashing all over the floor again, please."

The shock was instantaneous, as with no further warning Cindy suddenly drove her right knee up between his legs. William felt the pain radiate through him, and immediately tried to collapse downwards. But, Cindy had kept her knee pressed up, her foot now against the wall behind him, and with his downward movement effectively blocked, William started to slump forward. "No you don't! Up you come!" Cindy insisted as she caught his shoulders with each hand and physically pushed him back against the wall.

William's breath was coming in gasps. He had instinctively brought his hands down, but Cindy's arms effectively blocked him, and now his hands were resting on her elbows. "Hands up, Billy, you know I don't want you interfering with me. Catch your breath. I think we'll go for five this time, as three didn't seem to quite have the lasting effect I hoped for. Knees nice and wide for me now. Ready?" William was in turmoil. His balls felt like mush already, and now Cindy wanted to do four more? But slowly he was regaining control, and somehow, reluctantly he again started to spread his knees wider. "Hips forward now. I think you know the way I want you, Billy". It seemed the very instant he pushed his hips forward, Cindy was on him again, her knee swinging swiftly upwards, and driving into her target. Again, Billy felt the air rush from his lungs, and the pain, swift and huge, between his legs. But this time Cindy had kept her hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the wall, and somehow he stayed upright.

She kept her weight pressed against him, and waited for him to recover a little. "There, that's better, that's almost perfect," she murmured, smiling slightly as she looked into his eyes. "Two down and three to go, Billy, and then hopefully we can settle down and get on with why you supposedly came..."

William blinked his eyes, tears starting to form, but Cindy gave him no more respite, bringing her knee up twice more in quick succession. The poor boy hardly knew what hit him, the second strike both vicious and totally unexpected. Dumbly, acting on instinct, he again started to bring his hands down to protect himself. "Oh no you don't, Billy boy. I'm not having you making a grab for me. You will be in proper control of yourself in this room, do you understand? Now, get those hands back on your head where I can see them"

And, without warning, Cindy rammed her knee upwards for the fifth and final time. That was it, William could take no more, gasping and sobbing he started to slide down the wall. Cindy let him go down, satisfied he was no longer a threat to her, as he collapsed onto the floor, both hands jammed between his legs, cupping his injured testicles.

"I really shouldn't have to do that, you know, Billy. I'd hoped tonight we could just get on with some studies. But, maybe we still can, once you've recovered, a bit?"

William had no idea how she could be so matter of fact after what she had just put him through. But he was absolutely certain any ardour he had was now well and truly gone.

"You can leave if you want to, of course, Billy, but I hope now we've got that out of the way, you will stay and help me. I really do value your help, you know. I just wish that nasty thing of yours didn't keep getting in the way like that."

It took William several minutes before he could recover sufficiently to even consider moving, beyond rolling on the floor groaning. He felt horribly nauseous, and it had been a real struggle to prevent himself from the further massive humiliation of throwing up over Cindy's carpet. But eventually he was able to bring himself up to all fours, and look over towards her.

"Feeling better?" she asked, brightly.

"You know, you really don't have to do that, Cindy, I'm not a threat to you," he gasped.

"Well, you would say that, wouldn't you?" Cindy responded "Whatever your intentions were. Don't you see, this is the only way I can be sure we can work together without me being constantly afraid you're about to molest me. Now, if you're going to stay, why don't you crawl over here, Billy and come and sit beside me on the bed?" and she indicated a space she had cleared next to her. "I'm sure we can work just as well here as at the desk, and you'll be much more comfortable"

William shook his head to try and clear his thoughts, and then, despite the throbbing pain where his testicles should have been, he slowly made his way over to the bed, and dragged himself up onto it, taking the position she had indicated, his back against the wall. "Legs spread, Billy, those are the rules. Just so I can see, but I'm hoping we'll have no more trouble from you this evening! Now, where shall we start?"

And so, somehow, William finally began to work through the next section of the lecture notes, with the young blonde.

Again, Cindy proved a surprisingly quick study, and they made good progress, sitting side by side on the bed. When she felt she couldn't absorb any more, she once more suggested that William complete a couple more of the outstanding exercises for her, whilst she focused on other work. William was still in pain, but his head, at least, was clearer, and the maths still came easily to him. By the end his legs were aching, from keeping them spread wide in front of him, but he dared not give Cindy any more cause for concern.

As was typical, Cindy took the initiative in drawing things to a close. "Well, Billy, I think we've made loads of good progress tonight, thank you. And once we dealt with your little problem," at this she reached across and firmly tapped the front of William's slacks, making him jump and wince "you've been the perfect instructor and gentleman, just like I knew you could be." William almost felt himself glowing at the unexpected compliment, but before he could respond Cindy continued, "lets pick up again on Friday, shall we? The day after tomorrow, same time, same place. And then we've got the whole weekend to make more progress if we need to. And hopefully next time, my little treatment tonight will have made a difference, and we'll have no more of your scary behaviour!"

William wanted to protest, but thought better of it at the last moment, and instead assembled his notes, packing them away in his bag. By the time he was standing at the door ready to leave, Cindy seemed deeply engrossed in further studying, and quietly he slipped the catch and let himself out. Cindy, for her part, smiled quietly to herself, as she gave up pretending to work, and lay back on the bed, delighted with how things were progressing.