(This story is a product of my imagination, a fiction, a fantasy.)
Junior Colleges are often strange institutions. For some, it's the only higher education they'll get, or sometimes, need. For others, it's a halfway house between high school and college, or the only viable economic option they have for various reasons. We do our best to serve as many as we can as well as we can. Some of the most interesting to work with are the ones we catch that just aren't emotionally or scholastically ready for a major university. For many of these, junior college or community college is just an extension of high school for the directionless. But we do our best. This also means that we often have a lot more interaction with parents than university people ever have to deal with.
Through a quirk of regs and birth dates, Sandy had graduated high school and started college early. The first part of the term had been rough for her, but she had two things going for her, she actually knew how to study (a small miracle these days), and a very supportive mother. As an environmental sciences major in my intro to geology class, I'd lost track of the number of times she'd wound up in my office blubbering over some assignment or some boy, or often both, as some boy often led to not completing some assignment. The concept of prioritizing was coming slowly to her. When her mom would call me up, we would work through things and sort out the disaster du jour.
Finally, mid terms had come and gone and between her mother and I, Sandy had survived it. She'd also become a legal adult and was now wallowing in that aspect of life. Unfortunately, this meant that I couldn't just give her mom the information we'd been able to openly share before. Sandy was now a woman.
Sandy was 5'6", luxurious, thick, shiny brown hair which she kept longish but usually had tied up in some way or another. She was of average build, not skinny but not chubby either, nice broad hips, smooth tummy, curvy bum and magnificently average boobs, just right. Not too big, not too small. She tended to wear snug tops of one variety or another, and alternated randomly between shorts and skirts of varying lengths. She had a pretty roundish face and bright brown eyes.
Just before Thanksgiving, Sandy had another melt down, the first in weeks actually. This particular melt down was extended when I had to explain to her that because of her age, I could no longer freely share info with her mom without forms filled out and signed. In a storm of sniffles and swishing skirt, she marched off to the registrars' office to find and sign forms.
Sandy was a devious wench. More so than I'd ever expected. She was making sure that I was in semi regular contact with her mother and didn't want that interrupted. Sandy had a two part plan she'd been working on since some clumsy boy had talked her into having some fun in the janitors closet during a dance. She'd been horribly disappointed in the experience, and wasn't about to do it again till she was sure it was going to be done right. She was also frustrated at her mother's constant dodging when it came finding a new man. Sandy wanted a lover for them both.
I'd begun to notice in the days following Thanksgiving break, that she wore skirts more often, and despite the cold, they were on average, getting shorter and shorter. Although her melt downs were getting fewer and further between, she always had a myriad of excuses to be in my classroom, lab, or office. Advising came and went, and I had mixed feelings when I noted that she'd signed up for two of my classes in the next term.
Being in the transitionary position we are for many students' lives at this level, it's not unusual at all for us to get assorted holiday greetings from some of the students. For Christmas I got a photo card of her and her mother on a beach, a collage of her and her mom enjoying themselves in some rather stunning swim wear and, in a couple of instances, in some rather indelicate poses. Sandy's mother Janice was an older, slightly taller, lusciously full figured version of Sandy. Age wasn't stopping her at all.
For various reasons, I spent the holiday's home alone that year. I'd been fielding assorted calls from family all day on Christmas day and answered the phone automatically without checking the numbers.
"Hi Doc!" squealed a familiar voice.
"Sandy?" I replied.
"Yup, happy Christmas! Are you having a good day?"
"Yea, Sandy, I am, thanks..."
"Good! Did you get my card?"
"Yea, Sandy, I sure did, thank you."
"Do you like it?"
"They're great photos Sandy, looks like you ladies had a great time"
"Which one is your favorite picture?"
"I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it that much."
"I bet it's the one of mom with her rock hard nipples, that lifeguard was such a hunk but mom wouldn't talk to him, I kept telling her she should go jump his bones."
"Um, yea, I guess."
"Oh! I know which one! That one with me all spread out on the sand, you can see my pussy so well I might as well not even be wearing the bikini! Huh!?"
"Uh, Sandy, we really shouldn't be having this kind of discussion."
"That's OK Doc, you just have a happy Christmas! Bye!"
Devious wench. I couldn't resist, I dug out the card from the stack, and she was right, they were great pictures.
We weren't two weeks into the next term when I got a very fancy invitation in the mail. Invitation for one to a fancy dress dinner party for Janice's birthday. Thinking guiltily about the holiday card, I followed the directions and e-mailed my rsvp according to the included directions.
The next day Sandy flitted into lab like a butterfly, wearing a tight baby doll t-shirt that made it clear she was not wearing a bra and the shortest skirt I'd ever seen on her. It wasn't a mini, but short enough to put the conservative biddies on the board into a snit. But it was the lacy topped thigh high stockings that made my cock stand at attention all through the lab exercise.
Sandy, as usual, was the last one out, though she'd actually completed her assignment among the first. I'm pretty sure that if it hadn't been for the massive, heavily reinforced lab table between us (you need super, heavy duty lab tables for geology), she would have launched herself at me for some form of hug. During a light speed conversation, mostly with herself, she assured me that her mom was very excited that I'd be coming to the party and she'd finally get to meet me.
In the middle of the chatter she seated herself on the opposite table in a very un-ladylike manner. In the process of wriggling up onto the table her breasts moved and shifted in that way that only a young woman's firm, fresh tits can. Her legs were splayed wide and the short skirt rode high on her legs.
She blindsided me with a question. "What are you wearing to the party?"
"Well, the invitation said formal, either a black suit or a tux, what do you think?"
"I don't think I've ever actually seen a real live man in a tux, does it make you look sexier that what you usually wear?" She had a devilish, lopsided grin, the skirt crept higher.
"Um...I suppose it might, the materials are lighter and move nicely. But I haven't worn mine in some time."
"Do you think I should wear this outfit?" She sat up straight and leaned slightly forward, thrusting her breasts out, hard nipples showing clearly in the tight shirt.
"It's a very nice outfit, but do you think it really fits the formal category? After all, you seem to think I should wear the tux." My eyes hurt, one wanted to look at the stockings, the other at her chest, both checking regularly on the progress of the skirt.
She put one foot on the table between us, leg cocked, knee high, skirt elevated. "You like my stockings, don't you sir?"
"They're very nice Sandy." Damn, I'd smiled, I couldn't help it.
"You liked the card I sent, didn't you?" The leg shifted a bit, almost a clear view up the skirt now.
"Um, yea, I suppose so, it was different, that's for sure."
"Did you look at mom's nipples or my pussy more?"
