Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

[Devilla-Roche]

The Philosophy of Human Sexuality - R. Conners

An introduction to clinical, scientific, and philosophical of studies of human sexuality. Emphasis on contemporary research, modern medical and sexological understanding, and psychological and phenomenological insights into human sexual experience and behavior. Topics surveyed include sexual and psychosexual development, sexual health and disease, romantic love and sexual desire, sexual variations, sexual dysfunction and therapy.

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Charlotte Laveque had a golden opportunity to be a teaching assistant in one of the three recitation sections being offered in conjunction with the Philosophy of Human Sexuality. The course was very popular with undergraduates and was being taught by Professor Conners, who was the first in academia to teach what was seen by her contemporaries as a groundbreaking course in postmodern psychology.

Charlotte had been chosen as one of Professor Conners teaching assistant, not for her grade point average or her overall intelligence, but for her oratory skills. Charlotte’s command of the English language and the breath of her vocabulary was equally impressive. On more than one occasion, Charlotte filled in for Professor Conner. If queried, the undergrads might have said that Charlotte taught the class with a competency equal or superior to that of Professor Conner.

One other aspect of Charlotte Leveque over the professor was looks and overall demeanor. Charlotte was picture perfect for a 23 year old graduate student. She had long, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, big up on top (36D); curvaceous with a relatively narrow waist (24); and perfect hips (36). With a derriere just big enough but not too big, good skin tone - naturally tan. With her perfectly pointed waspy nose and her small pouty lips, she was picture perfect. All natural too. Between Charlotte’s genes and being from southern California, it was hard to picture her as anything but perfect. On top of it all she was blessed with that girl-next-door look.

There was something more to Charlotte Leveque that she was blessed with - m a t u r i t y.

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It was late August at the university, and a new crop of students filed into the lecture hall and went about the business of getting seated. All three teaching assistants were on hand, including Charlotte. While waiting for Professor Conners to walk in, Charlotte scanned the room. Her eye kept coming back to a young lady off to the side and in the third to last row. She could almost be missed if it weren’t for her long raven hair and her alabaster skin. The girl’s posture made it evident that she may have self-esteem issues. A regular wallflower of sorts. And with that Charlotte smiled.

 

[taffy_felice]

Klea Hoxha was the youngest daughter of Albanian immigrants, her parents had fled Kosovo when her mother was still pregnant with Klea, finding asylum in the United States. It had not been an easy childhood, her father had been a surgeon in their homeland, but his inability to speak English lead to him working for a butcher in the United States as Klea grew up.

From an early age, it was clear the Klea was different, she excelled at her studies, but shied away from the other children. Despite her parent’s best attempts to help her, she spoke broken English through the third grade, and carried a heavy accent through middle school. She understood the language perfectly, but lacked opportunities to speak it, and out of embarrassment hid from the other children. She probably wouldn’t have had much to talk to them about anyway, she completed every AP course her school district offered by the 9th grade, showing great potential in Math and Science. By the end of her 10th grade year, a school counselor had found her a scholarship for gifted females interested in engineering, so at age 17, Klea left her parents to live in college dormitories.

College had brought Klea out of her shell a bit, she continued to over achieve academically, consistently posting the highest test scores, and living with roommates forced her English to improve, as did her independence. As she entered her third year of college at age 19, she was rounding into a fully formed individual, though she was still quite shy, and lagged her peers socially, but she had a real sense that she had a shot at making something of herself. She lead her classes in both engineering and chemistry.

There was only one problem, to maintain her scholarship she had to remain in the honors program. The extra homework from this didn’t really bother Klea, but the extra elective courses, designed to ensure she had a “well rounded” education, made her uncomfortable. Biology and psychology still seemed weird and “icky” in her childish mind. She considered herself mostly asexual, and now she was being forced to take a freshman level class on human sexuality, the absolute last topic she was interested in. Worse yet, since it was freshmen level, she would be surrounded by people who actually were her age, she was used to being the youngest in her classes, and part of her still fed off being looked out for by her older classmates, she had grown accustomed to being babied.

She sat in the back of the classroom, towards the wing, and buried her face in the text book, reading ahead as the class prepared to start. She was used to being able to blend in and hide, in the past that had worked, but she was fully grown now, and at 5’9” with jet black hair and snow-white skin, she had begun to stand out. In another life, with a more athletic upbringing she could have played volleyball or basketball at a high level, but her long frame lacked the musculature currently, weighing only 127 pounds, her lean 32a-20-32 frame was easy to hide away under a baggy heather grey sweatshirt and some black leggings. She could wear contacts, but instead preferred the convenience of her glasses, thick black frames helped to obscure her face from the world. Her long black hair in a messy pony tail, and complete lack of makeup completed her look.
She sat, knees to her chest holding her book up reading, hiding from the rest of the world inside a book as usual. She wasn’t particularly interested in the subject matter, but that didn’t stop her from tuning out the rest of the world as she read. She was so enthralled that she didn’t notice the shapely blonde staring her down.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Professor Conners arrived promptly right on the hour and did her introductions as to her own bio and her tenure at the university. She promised a very interesting and enlightening class for the semester and was hopeful that these new crop of students would walk away having done “more than learn something from mere textbooks.” She was hopeful that a select few students “would have a deeper understanding of themselves.”

By the end of the first lecture, Professor Conners outlined the student’s responsibility, which including showing up to their recitation section and doing all assignments that were further doled out by the teaching assistants.

Periodically, Charlotte would look up at the odd young lady with the poor posture. The baggy clothes didn’t trick Charlotte. She knew that she was quite undersized for her height. Then there was her face being covered by those black Of course, there was something about this girl. Something the told Charlotte that she would be the next one.

When Professor Charlotte pulled down the chalkboards at the end of the lecture Row after row, there were scores of names that were assigned to each section. As fate would have it, Klea Hoxha was assigned to Recitation Section 103 - C. Leveque.

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The following Tuesday, Burroughs Hall, Room 205, The Philosophy of Human Sexuality - Section 103.

Looking quite professional in her first class, Charlotte wore her white blouse and black pencil skirt that ran down to just above her knees. Of course, Charlotte always wore lingerie underneath, including a black garter and garter belts. The belts connected to a very sophisticated pair of stockings that were black with wide welt that had beautiful scroll work throughout. Charlotte also like her nylons to be seamed in the back. It was a stylistic choice as much as it was a way of showing she was sexy as much as she was serious in the classroom. Charlotte, almost exclusively wore heels and her 4” black pumps by Jimmy Choo rounded off the look quite nicely.

Charlotte watched as one student, the wallflower of a girl with the black chunky glasses entered the classroom. She was quite early and Charlotte watched her take her seat. This time all the seats had the students name on them. Klea’s seat was front row, right in the center aisle. Charlotte looked on as Klea stopped at her desk. It was quite interesting to watch how Klea was handling being seated at the front of the class. (Charlotte had no idea who Klea Hoxha was up until that moment. Again fate brought these two women slightly closer to one another.)

 

[taffy_felice]

As she looked around the room finding her desk front and center, practically underneath the lectern, Klea felt her stomach turn just a bit. She almost certainly would be called on, sitting there, then all the other students would hear her accent, and start asking questions. She started feeling all the imaginary eyes on her as she sat down.

Today she was wearing a pair of leggings that were too loose for her skinny frame, along with an oversized black tank top, which exposed the straps of her sports bra, a choice clearly made for comfort and not support, as her A-cups hardly justified a bra of any kind. A pair of ballet flats and a zip up hoodie that seemed five sizes too big completed the ensemble, the hoodie extending well below her rear. As she sat down she put the hood up over her messy bun, and buried her face in the text book again.

As she read, she found herself having trouble focusing, the clicking of heels on the cold tile floor of Burroughs hall, kept bringing her eyes darting to, then back away from, her TA. “Who dresses like that, on a Tuesday before noon?”, the fair skin girl wondered to herself, finding it difficult to make any progress reading. She looked at the clock on the wall, still 15 minutes before class even started, Klea started to question her tendency to be chronically early, the idea of arriving late petrified her, but now she sat alone in the classroom, trying to hide somehow from the only other person there, and worse yet, she couldn’t stop staring as the TA scrolled “Miss Charlotte” on the whiteboard. The name hung on Klea’s mind, she wanted to say it, but she didn’t understand why, her arrested development making it difficult for her to understand the simplest of things… Klea had a crush.

She returned her eyes to her text book, but all she saw were the big loopy letters of that name. “Miss Charlotte, Miss Charlotte, Miss Charlotte,” She thought over and over to herself, confused as to why she couldn’t shake the name, then it happened.

“Miss Charlotte.” The words passed over her lips so naturally, confused and breathy, not a question, though that’s what she would try pass it off as, she cleared her throat, “Ahh, umm, Miss Charlotte, um… I was just… wondering if you post notes in the classes drop box online?” A flush of rose colored blood rushed to Klea’s alabaster cheeks as she prayed she had covered herself suscessfully.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Naturally, Charlotte was oddly fascinated by the the young lady who she now knew as Klea Hoxha. She watched as the girl finally sat down cautiously and hid her face in the hoodie that she was wearing and then buried her face inside of her textbook. Charlotte noted to herself that this girl’s ensemble could not be different from her own. Especially, the ballet shoes.

Charlotte went about her business of writing a few things on the chalkboard, clicking and clacking along the way as her heels constantly hit the old wood floor. A few minutes later and the noise of her heels was broken by a low voice that was aching to speak with some air of confidence, but could not.

“Miss Charlotte. Ahh, umm, Miss Charlotte, um… I was just… wondering if you post notes in the classes drop box online?”

As Charlotte listen, she heard not only a weak sound voice, but a foreign one as well. She could make out that it was eastern European, but could not pinpoint the country of origin. Charlotte turned around to engage directly back with the girl, and she could see the struggling that was taking place; how Klea was struggling to get the words out - not because of her being from another country, but because of her social anxiety. In some ways it was precious and Charlotte read between the lines, thinking to herself, “Yes, this is the one. I’m positive of that.”

Then Charlotte answered the girl looking her right in the eyes, “Yes my dear, Klea is it? Yes, I do post notes on our dropbox account online. Why do you ask?”

 

[taffy_felice]

Everything was going wrong in Klea’s mind as the graduate student was now directly engaging her, she felt trapped, cornered in the large empty recitation hall somehow, as Charlotte’s heels clicked and now the California queen was staring right at Klea in all her sunkissed perfection, Klea’s eyes wandered the blonde’s body, trying desperately to find somewhere to look that wasn’t overtly sexual, eventually locking eyes back with Charlotte, only to find that she had the deepest, biggest blue eyes Klea had ever seen, framed by big black lashes.

That’s when Klea realized Charlotte was staring at her expectantly. “FUCK! She asked me something,” the pale Albanian girl thought to herself, “Think Klea, damn it! You have to answer!” Klea’s mind raced, it had to be something to do with the drop box, and the class notes, right? She bit her lower lip, she was so used to always having the answer. Then out of nowhere she blurted a humiliating phrase.

“I… I’m sorry, I um… didn’t quite, how do you um, catch that?” Klea said letting her accent come out thick, her stomach twisted, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, playing the dumb foreigner, she swallowed, suppressing her accent more now, “Sometimes, I just have trouble, you know, keeping up with new people, I’m sure I’ll get used to your voice quickly. I… I’m sorry, I promise I won’t cause problem.” Klea froze, this time she had legitimately slipped, she couldn’t understand what was going on inside her head, she blushed a deep read now. “Er… Problems… with an “s” I… won’t… umm cause them.” She stammered, her accent fading in and out.

Klea practically writhed in her chair, her heart pounding, her stomach in knots as she wanted to curl up inside her hoodie and die. She brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, without thinking moving into the fetal position. She stared up at Charlotte through her thick black frames, in disbelief of what had just happened.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Listening to the gibberish come out of the girl, all Charlotte could do was smile and toss out a giggle. She thought to herself, “My, my, this one is going to need a lot of work.”

The other students filed in and Charlotte went about teaching what would be the first of many recitation classes for the semester.

What Charlotte knew about herself, was that she was confident in almost a peculiar way - she was too confident, as if there were an older adult inside of her. The way she spoke, her mannerisms, her knowledge of the material. It’s as if she knew the class better than Professor Conners. There was a heavenly lilt to her voice that carried and with her body type and good looks, it seemed as if every student, male or female was transfixed by Charlotte’s marriage of good looks and intelligence.

After the class was over, Charlotte approached Klea….
“Klea, don’t be startled. I want you to know that I am here for you if you need some help. That’s any help, even outside of the class. Here, let me give you my information.”

Charlotte pulls out a small piece of paper from a notebook...then jots down her cell number….

“You can get me anytime with this number. Even if you want to go out for a drink somewhere.

She can see the girl still has her head down...Charlotte takes a sort of command over her even though it is quite innocent…

“Look at me Klea, please.”

She waits for her to look up at Charlotte…with her gorgeous plump red lipstick lips, she says to Klea, “Anytime, understand?”

 

[taffy_felice]

Klea tried to pay attention during class, and to the best of her knowledge she did, following along, scribbling notes here and there in the margins of her book, highlighting sections, she went through the motions of any normal recitation session. What the pale girl didn’t realize, was while she should have been focusing on Charlotte’s words, her eyes and subconscious mind were busy memorizing the way the seam in the blonde’s stockings ran up the back of her leg over her shapely calf, and into that pencil skirt. It memorized how that pencil skirt hugged the curves of Charlotte’s hips and sculpted rear, it memorized how the fitted blouse strained against Charlotte’s ample cleavage, committing them all to deep memory as Klea consciously tried to learn the material.

The echoes of charlotte’s heels boomed like thunderclaps as the grad student approached Klea after class. She would have stayed and listened to the instructor anyway, but Klea felt pinned to her chair by some sort of animal magnetism the charlotte seemed to exude. She watched as Charlotte took her pen, seeing those perfectly manicured nails wrap around it, and then scroll a number onto the paper in the same perfect, loopy writing style she had written her name with before class. Klea’s above average brain had it committed to memory as if Charlotte were tattooing the number directly on her frontal lobe. The skinny coed’s heard thumped in her chest as she stared at the paper.

“Sorry, yes, I understand Miss Charlotte,” Klea said with a little stammer, and a lot of accidental accent, stairing up at Charlotte with the big, emerald green eyes that she hid behind those thick frames, “Faleminderit… er.. th..thank you… Miss Charlotte.”

Klea stayed staring wide eyed at Charlotte for just a bit too long, before she realized that she should be going. In a flustered rush, the normally organized girl tossed all of her things into her normally well-organized bag, then practically ran out of the room.

“You said “thank you” in Albanian! What were you thinking Klea?” She thought to herself as she ran out of the building to her dorm room. She had other classes, but it somehow didn’t matter, she sprinted through the halls to her room, and through herself in a pile on the bed. Confused tears flooded Klea’s eyes, and she found herself curled up and sobbing in her dark room.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Klea wondered as, tear after tear dripped off her cheek, without any reason apparent to Klea. Completely shell shocked, Klea just laid there, and cried herself to sleep in the middle of the afternoon.

When Klea woke, the scene was very different. She was sweating, her tank top clung to her skin, her hair was a tangled mess, knotted from still being in a bun, and most concerningly, her left hand was inside of her leggings, her fingers and panties, both soaking wet.
“What the hell Klea?” She asked herself, this time out loud, her eyes drifing over to her alarm clock whose red digital letters told her it was 11:34 PM. “How did I just sleep for eight hours?”

Addled, Klea got up and turned the lights on, stripping from her soiled clothes, and putting on a robe. Klea went and took a shower trying to clear her head, and undo the knot that was her curly black hair. She returned to her room a few minutes later, feeling at least clean and refreshed, if not quite clear headed. She changed into a white tank top and a pair of boxer shorts. Then she went to her bed to find that she had broken on of the hinges of her glasses sleeping with them on, technically she was only supposed to wear them reading anyway, an attempt at a repair could wait. She paced around her room for a few minutes, before going to her book bag, thinking she should just study for a bit. But when she dumped the contents out on her desk, that little piece of paper with the loopy handwriting seemed to just float to the top of the pile.

“Hi, it’s Klea, Are you up Miss Charlotte?” The text message seemed to send itself, it had been so easy to type and send, but now that it had been done Klea was filled with nervous regret. “Who sends a text at 12:24AM, Klea?!” She thought to herself as she just stared helplessly at her phone screen.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Charlotte had just removed the makeup from her face and brushed her teeth when her phone buzzed incessantly. She moved swiftly from her bathroom to her bedroom where her cell phone lay. Charlotte picked up the cell phone, and noticed an unknown phone number lit up on the screen. Having given her cell phone number to Klea earlier in the day, it did not take long for Charlotte to deduce that it had to be Klea. Once she opened the message, she read it and smiled to herself.

Charlotte was wearing her pink, fur robe and plopped onto her bed reading the text message….
[quote="Charlotte']“Hi, it’s Klea, Are you up Miss Charlotte?”[/quote]

Charlotte knew this was the beginning with Klea; a wonderful beginning; a beginning of what would be a great amount of change for Klea. There was a warm glow on Charlotte’s face and she loved that Klea was referring to her as Miss Charlotte. A thought occurred to Charlotte, “Hmm, she is already being given me a respectful deference. Oh, she is making this very easy for me.”

Clicking with her highly polished hot pink nails, Charlotte pushed out this simple return message….
“Klea, yes Sweetie, I am. What can I help you with?”

 

[taffy_felice]

Even though she had sent the initial text, Klea found herself so startled when her phone buzzed with Charlotte’s response that she sent it skidding across the desk as if it had delivered he an electric shock, the phone skidded and spun off the corner of the desk and fell down a narrow gap between the desk and the foot of her bed.

“Shit! Shit shit shit!” Klea exclaimed as she dug for her phone. “What were you thinking!”

Klea finally managed to reach down with her skinny arm and retrieve the phone, quickly reading the message from Charlotte.


The Albanian girl stared at the screen in disbelief, unsure of how to respond. If Charlotte had sent a riddle, or a math problem, Klea could have responded with ease, but this seemed impossibly complex.

“I’m just having some problems with the sample questions”
Klea typed, looked at the lie, and deleted it.

“I think I might be going crazy”
Deleted.

“Do you want to get some coffee?”
Klea realized how dumb that sounded at almost a quarter to 1AM and once again erased it.

“Can we talk about it in person?”
Klea’s thumb moved for the backspace key, but on its way, bumped send. Klea watched in horror as the words went from the text box at the bottom of her screen and became a word balloon in the conversation. She dropped her phone down on the desk, her stomach turning, her jaw dropped as she stared at the screen.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Seated on her soft bed, what with its satin and lace sheets and the duvet made from mink, Charlotte sat there for a minute and awaited a response from Klea. Her cell phone now sat at her side and Charlotte was paying attention to her nails, as she did with many things related to beauty and fashion. Charlotte was young, and yes she was in grad school, but she was far from being on a student on a student’s salary. No, not our dear Charlotte Leveque, who had quite the generous trust fund which allowed her to live quite the lavish lifestyle. With both of her parents coming from wealthy families, Charlotte became the beneficiary of that wealth. The trust fund was money from her grandparents. Charlotte’s future was easy to map out - she would attain far more wealth after both of her parents moved on to their own afterlives.

Charlotte’s fun buzzed and lit up….
“Can We talk about it in person?”

She pick up her cell phone and “tap-tap-tap” Charlotte answered the slightly younger coed….

“Why don’t you come over to my flat my dear. Right now. I’ll be up when you arrive. I’m at 347 Downing. I’m in one of the brownstones. Just ring the doorbell.”

Charlotte lived in the Harrington section of the city, not that far from the university. It was a very tony neighborhood that housed many of the city’s wealthiest people in the most gorgeous three and four story brownstones that you can ever imagine. Charlotte happened to reside in one of the few two story brownstones, which was plenty of space for a young lady living in the big city.

 

[taffy_felice]

Despite her lack of fashion sense, even Klea wouldn’t have normally gone out dressed in a pair of boxers and a white tank top, but at the moment it didn’t seem to matter at the moment. Charlotte was expecting her soon, and ever delay meant she was being rude and keeping them waiting. She grabbed her hoodie and tossed it on, walking out the door with just her keys and phone. Taking a moment as she walked she pulled her jet-black curls from under her sweater. Post shower it had dried into medium sized ringlets, hanging down mid-back now, as she walked off of campus towards Charlotte’s home.


The Harrington neighborhood was vaguely familiar to Klea, the families there couldn’t be bothered to go to the butcher, so she remembered going with her father delivering meat on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning to deliver turkeys, hams, and prime ribs to the wealthy folks that lived there. When she grew to her pre-teens she began to resent the fact that her holiday had to be delayed for the rich, but there was nothing to be done about it, those high dollar orders kept the butcher shop open.


Klea read the text on her screen over and over as she watched, as if some new, deeper meaning could be discerned from the few words there, not that she was attempting to find it, Klea found herself somehow just content that the words were there as she walked through the humid, full moon night in the city. There was no hesitation this time as she reached the neighborhood full of brownstones, zeroing in on Downing street. She surveyed the numbers on both sides of the street until she finally found a well appointed two story with 347 chiseled into its stone face over the entrance. Klea attempted to tame her hair a bit as she approached the door, the humidity had caused it to curl further, adding even more volume to it, absolutely consuming her frame. She did her best to knock it down a little before walking up to the door and ringing the doorbell. Then, at that second the anxiety found her again, her heart pounding, she realized she was a mess, in pajamas, her hair untamed, she wondered what she was thinking it was nearly one thirty in the morning, and she was meeting her TA in pajamas. She paced a bit nervously, then heard footsteps approaching the door. She swallowed hard, with no clue what she would say to Charlotte when the door opened.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

The doorbell rang….

Charlotte still had her pink fur robe on her (which was also made of mink like her duvet). She searched for her 3" high heeled Marabou slippers. They were also pink (although she had the same pair in about nine other colors in her closet). Once they were on, she made her way down the stairs, the click clack of her Marabous ringing aloud in the quiet house. Charlotte looked rather stark from her made up selve due to the removal of her makeup but still had that innate beauty that she was blessed with. Her blonde hair still looked fetching as she opened the front door.

With a grand smile at this late hour she saw Klea in what seemed only like her black hoodie, her hood up and covering her face, and invited her in.
“Come in, come in Klea.”

Charlotte did not hold back with the girl and grabbed her hood and pushed it down, sort of like a dear old aunt would…
“Let me take a good look at you Klea.”

Pulls down the girl’s hood…staring at her long dark hair with its big curls, Charlotte sees the potential in front of her, then in her seemingly calm and sultry voice, she takes Klea by her hand and brings the girl into Charlotte’s very posh living room. “Why don’t you have a seat on the sofa and we’ll have a nice conversation.”

The sofa is in the same French antique Louis XV-style furniture as is the rest of the furniture in the room. Besides the distinct moulding details and gold inlay leafy motifs, the sofa had a dusty rose color velvet seat and backing that was ever so comfortable. One felt like royalty when sitting or lying down on such a couch. How would Klea feel in such a sumptuously luxurious piece of furniture.

Still in her same sultry voice and with a gorgeous smile…
“Klea, is there anything I can get you first before we talk?”

 

[taffy_felice]

Klea stared up slack jawed, silent as Charlotte peeled back her hoodie and lead her to the living room. The situation was so surreal, the living room dimly lit by the old streetlamps outside, the light bouncing off various gold adorned furnishings making them appear to glow. This was, perhaps, the first time in Klea’s young life where she had experienced true decadence, the quality of the furniture was so evident, the fabric against her thighs, the way she sank into, yet was supported her fully. Klea wondered if she’d ever been so comfortable.

She attempted again to tame her hair, brushing it back with her fingers as she unzipped her hoodie, letting it slip off her pale shoulders, then folding it onto her lap, wanting to feel more of the chair against her skin. The entire time, she had not taken her eyes off Charlotte. She watched the pink adorned blonde the way a moth watches a flame, entranced, unable to look away.

Her eyes got wide as Charlotte asked her the simple question. “Damn it! Just say “No thanks” you dummy!” Klea thought to herself. Her lips parted, and she tried to force the breath through them, but it seemed impossible to make a noise. She tried harder, her voice finally cracking as she forced out, “N…N..No thank you, Miss Charlotte.” She suddenly found it so hard to look at the statuesque blonde, Klea tried to make eye contact, but her eyes just seemed to dart away as soon as she got close.

“W..what would you like talk about?” Klea stammered, her accent thick, the entire English language failing her as she tried to talk to Charlotte. Klea trembled with embarrassement, she wanted to dive through the glass window and run away, she wanted to curl up and die, but she just sat frozen, hoping, praying to every god she didn’t believe in that Charlotte would disappear as she opened her eyes, revealing this whole night to be a dream. Klea tried to stealthily bring her trembling fingers to her thigh, pinching at the bare skin. Then her eyes darted up to Charlotte, who clearly had seen the whole thing.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

A smile grew across her face and then she let out a soft giggle after hearing what Klea said. With a sens of empathy for the girl given her mistake, Charlotte corrected Klea...
"What would I like to talk about?? Your about as precious as a little black kitten falling over itself." Then she pause with another giggle. "Pardon me Sweety, but you called me at 1:30 in the morning. You said you needed to speak to me. Now, lets have it dear. What did you want to get off your chest."

 

[taffy_felice]

Charlotte’s giggle rang humiliatingly in Klea’s ears as she stared up at the blonde, who stood before her, a god draped in electric pink. Klea tried to think, tried to focus, to put the flood of confusion and emotions together. She was a mess, she’d met Charlotte less than twenty-four hours earlier, and here she was, in the graduate student’s home, unsure of why she even asked to come over.

Klea ran her hands over her face and through her hair, visably struggling to find words for what she was feeling, for what was happening to her. She took a deep breath, finally able to look into Charlotte’s perfect, sapphire blue eyes.

“I..umm.. I don’t know…” Klea blurted out, and paused, then the words began to flow on their own, as if Klea had uncorked a damn, and there was no stopping it now, “I guess, I guess I wanted to see you, no… I needed to see you. Something, something’s wrong with me, I’m not like this. I’m never up this late, I know what to do normally. I don’t speak with an accent, I’ve spoken English since I was four! I don’t walk around at night in my pajamas to meet TA’s! I don’t skip class to fall asleep crying in the middle of the day. I… I feel like someone squeezed lemon juice into my brain!”

As Klea rambled, her confession became more and more animated, big crocodile tears began to pour from the corners of her eyes as floods of raw teenage emotion and hormones washed over her.

“I… I don’t have anyone to talk to about THIS, this stuff. It had to be you, that sounds crazy, maybe I’m going crazy, but I HAD TO text you.”

The skinny Albanian then pulled her knees up to her chest, burring her face in her thighs as she curled up.

“I’m, I’m not supposed to be like THIS, something is wrong with me!”

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Charlotte, listened and watched as the girl basically rambled on about something that was gnawing at her, not for hours, or days, or weeks, but years. The young coed’s confession seemed, to Charlotte confusing as much as it was full of clarity. For the TA, she was certainly clear on what need to be done with the girl, the ideas turning in her head. She then took Klea’s head in her hands and had her look up at Charlotte. There was no smile on her face. Her sapphire eyes twinkled in the dim light. Then she pulled Klea into her pink fur robe and embraced the girl. Her hand at the back of her head. She seemed to give Klea a sense that it would all be all right, that through Charlotte, what Klea was searching for she had now found.

After about a good solid minute Charlotte let go, but still had the girl’s head in her hands, forcibly having her look up. Now Charlotte smiled again and looked down like an archangel. As if Charlotte could save Klea from herself.

“I’m going to make some tea and you and I are going to chat,” Charlotte spoke in a very methodical, yet sultry tone. “But this time, I want you to stop this gibberish. You will speak the way you are supposed to, not with an accent, not in such haste, and not in such riddles, understand? Now don’t move, pull yourself together. You’re where you are supposed to be right now. Things will change. I will be of great help to you.

Charlotte then slipped away and her Marabou heels from her slippers click-clacked. Even through a thick robe such as the one that she was wearing, her curvaceous figure could be made out in a silhouette as she made her way to the hallway and disappeared.

She would come back soon with the hot tea.

 

[taffy_felice]

It didn’t appear that Charlotte was looking for a response to whether or not Klea understood, there was no misunderstanding what the blonde meant. Klea watched, almost in shock as Charlotte walked away. The blonde’s confidence was enamoring, Charlotte seemed so sure of not only herself, but about her views of Klea.

“Pull yourself together, you’re not a child!” Klea said softly to herself as she took a deep breath and dried her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie. Klea tried to focus on her breathing, just in and out, not letting all the confusing emotions slip into her brain, worried that another outburst could lead to her being asked to leave.

As Klea calmed herself, she allowed herself to look around the room. Everything seemed very high end, opulent. In the dim light from the street it was hard to make out much more of the house than just the room she was in and a bit of a hallway which must have lead towards the kitchen. Klea, straightened her hair again, tucking a few curls behind her ears, so that her bright green eyes were no longer hidden.

Time seemed to pass in slow motion as Klea waited for Charlotte to return. The dark room began to take on life of its own as she waited, the shadows moving around the room as the occasional care would pass by on the street. Klea wondered how long Charlotte had been away, and pondered checking on Charlotte, but Charlotte had been explicitly clear that she was to stay put, and so Klea just sat and waited, glued to the chair, and alone with her thoughts. It didn’t take long for Klea’s thoughts to return to Charlotte, those clicking heels, those lovely legs peeking out from under the robe. Klea began to wonder what was under the robe, when it hit her like a ton of bricks.

“Oh god… I have a crush on my teacher!” Klea gasped to herself. This was a revelation for the girl, who up until this point, hadn’t lusted after anyone or anything. She had assumed that she was just asexual, it wasn’t uncommon among people with abnormally high IQs. But now that world view crumbled as she realized she wanted Charlotte in a way she’d never wanted anyone before. “Oh god… all of this is because I have a stupid fucking crush.”

She hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but it came out anyway, that’s when she looked up and saw Charlotte standing in front of her, holding tea. Klea just looked up, staring mortified.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

“Why don’t you take one from the serving tray,” Charlotte directed Klea and watched the young, scrawny coed take a cup with the small plate underneath. The buxom TA then bent forward and placed the tray, gilded in silver, on the round, white marble topped cocktail table. As she did, her bountiful bosom could be seen by Klea, the depths of her cleavage clearly looking quite inviting to anyone who stole a peek at them.

Charlotte then turned around and fiddled with one of the lamps on an end table topped in the same white marble as the cocktail table.

**click, click**

A warm glow filled the room…

“There, that’s better. Now we can have a nice chit chat,” Charlotte’s words rang out in an optimistic tone. She then sat down on the loveseat adjacent to the sofa, grabbed the cup and plate for herself. Even as she took a sip, Charlotte dripped with utter class and refinement. No slurps came from the perfect lips of this young woman.

“Now,” Charlotte began with a smile, “I have a good feeling Klea that I know what it is that is going on.”

Charlotte took another sip of her tea and then put it down on the silver platter. Again, a sliver of cleavage was easily exposed in the direction of Klea’s line of sight.

With her pink covered fur arm now draped over the dusty rose velvet backing of the loveseat, she looked squarely at Klea and stated what seemed like the obvious, but was the young coed willing to admit this out loud….

“Come now my dear,” Charlotte stated her voice still ever so sultry and sexy, but raising it nonetheless. “Come on Klea, let’s have the truth and tell Ms. Charlotte how you are feeling.”

 

[taffy_felice]

Klea bit her lower lip as she took the tea from Charlotte, carefully holding the small plate under the cup. Her skinny fingers trembling as she tried and failed to not stare at Charlotte’s cleavage. As the lamp filled the room with a warm glow it was easier to make out Charlotte’s flawless features. Klea took a sip of the tea, as she stared at Charlotte longingly.

Klea drew a deep breath as Charlotte unveiled her theory. She took another sip of tea considering what Charlotte had told her.

“I’ve always been shy, I guess, I never felt like I belonged until I got to college, but here, at least for a while, I felt pretty normal.” Klea set her tea cup down. “I get good grades, my professors and classmates respected me, but, when I met you, that all went away. I didn’t know how to act, how to respond, what I was supposed to do.”

Klea took a deep breath, preparing herself for the potential embarrassment of the truth.

“I, um, thought I was asexual,” Klea swallowed hard, “I’d never met anyone I was, well, attracted to.”

Another pause.

“Until I met you.”

Klea looked down.

“I, I’m really sorry, and I hope this doesn’t make things awkward for you, in class. I should have realized that, well, I have a crush on you. I shouldn’t have kept you up, I just, well, I guess you’re right I’m not comfortable with myself, or this side of me anyway. I’m sorry, I’m rambling again Ms. Charlotte.”

Looking down, Klea picked her teacup back up and took a sip.

“This is easily the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done, I hope you understand.”

 

[Devilla-Roche]

As Charlotte had watched the girl in her fragile state, the hot tea not quite helping to calm her nerves, she listened. “A crush,” she thought to herself. Charlotte had to process this for a moment; then picked up her cup and took and sip of her tea. It was not a surprise really. She’d had others be so quick to fall for Charlotte’s grace, beauty, and her charm. Was this one any different from the others?

As the girl continued to ramble, Charlotte thought to herself - a smile widening inside of her, “Yes, this is the one. This is definitely the one. So much potential. Oh the things I could do for her.”

Charlotte placed her cup back down on the tray, very gingerly. She then got up from the loveseat and approached Klea who seemed as though her confession sucked her inside of herself; as if her embarrassment was too much. Charlotte had to diffuse Klea’s feeling of guilt as it were for having a crush on her TA.

Once again, Charlotte approached Klea. This time she began by simply placing her well manicured index finger over her own lips saying “Shhhh.” Then she grabbed Klea’s head once again. She bent over, her cleavage once again poking out, and looked longingly at the coed who was a complete mess, and all at once laid her pillowy lips on Klea’s lips. It was a kiss, no doubt and she let their warmth sit there for a solid twenty seconds. Then she released them, and stood up.

Charlotte knew that the next thing that she was about to do could have, well scared Klea away. She did it anyway taking a chance. Slowly, she let her pink robe drop to the floor. Charlotte’s body was nothing less than magnificent. She then grabbed Klea’s hand. Charlotte then whispered in that haunting, low sultry voice, “It’s all right dear, you will stay here for the night.” And, Charlotte led her up the stairs and together hand in hand, they walked down the hallway to the TA’s boudoir.

 

[taffy_felice]

Klea’s eyes opened wide, emerald green they sparkled in the light as she felt Charlotte’s full lips press against her own. She stared longingly, helpless against Charlotte’s flawless beauty as the blonde disrobed. Klea thought her heart might explode then and there as Charlotte took her hand and brought her upstairs. The pail girl wrapped her fingers tightly around Charlotte’s, afraid that if her grip loosened the older coed might just slip away into the darkness of the hallway like a ghost that was never really there.

Klea felt reassured by Charlotte’s words, though the sight of Charlotte’s body made her tremble. Klea’s nipples grew hard under her white tank top, her mind turned to mush in a cloud of hormones and adrenaline as she followed Charlotte like a lost puppy into the bedroom. To Klea, the room might as well have been from a movie, adorned with lavish furs and gold, flowers in vases through out, the room might have been as big as all the bedrooms in the house she grew up in. She was struck by a strange feeling, not jealousy, but a sudden feeling that this type of luxury wasn’t an opulence to be obtained, but an essential part of life that she had been deprived off. She suddenly felt shame flood through her, she hated the little house she grew up in in that moment, she hated her meager beginnings, THIS, THIS was living, and she wanted to be part of it more than anything.

Klea turned towards Charlotte, her old clothes felt like they were burning at her skin.

“I… I didn’t know,” Klea paused, “I didn’t know life could be like this, I… I wasted so much time.” Then with big green eyes, Klea stared at Charlotte longingly. Keeping eye contact as she slowly peeled off her shirt, shorts, and white cotton panties. She folded them neatly, then carried them over to the fireplace in the corner. “I’m so sorry I came dressed that way, I, I didn’t realize until now. I… I want to be with you, I want to be like you… Please Miss Charlotte… Help me.”

 

[Devilla-Roche]

With Charlotte’s finger over her lips she let out a “Shhhh,” as they entered her boudoir. With a whisper Charlotte noted confidently, “All in good time my dear.” Her words so confident and bold, as if the TA already had a plan for Klea outlined in her head. Charlotte had Klea stand in front of the foot of her bed. With a gentleness that very few women possess with a lifetime of making love, Charlotte slowly and lovingly began to move every article of clothing on Klea’s body.

Of course, it wasn’t just that she was removing the tank top then each sneaker, then the boxers, and ultimately her panties, it was the way Charlotte did it. In pulling the tank top off, Charlotte put the girl’s arms up, but slowly, lovingly, caring - lightly caressing Klea’s small bosom. The same with the shorts, except her fingers and hands traced the outline of Klea’s hips and her legs. When Charlotte removed her panties, there was a touch so light around the sides of Klea’s vagina, that any young woman would find herself in the grips of her lover - wanting more and more.

Once the sneakers were pulled off, Charlotte guided Klea to the foot of her bed and gently sat the coed down onto the softness of the mink duvet. Charlotte, stood in front of Klea, naked and in all her splendor - the perfection of what a woman can be. In a silence, Charlotte turned around and walked away. She walked as a goddess as if she could walk on water.

Grabbing some matches from a drawer in one of her tall bureau, Charlotte lit a match, the sufur immediately filling the room. One by one she light numerous candles in the room, that not only filled the boudoir with low level light, but created the drama and affect that Charlotte was looking for. Charlotte Laveque you see was a very measured woman. Everything she did had a purpose.

Blowing out the match, she laid it in a small metal tray to continue to extinguish and walked toward her bed. She slipped under the the mink duvet and the soft satin sheets underneath. She pulled the cover up and gave Klea a look to come hither and join her under the covers.

 

[taffy_felice]

The satin sheets slide against Klea's bare skin as she slipped into the bed next to Charlotte. By now the skinny albanian was biting her lower lip nervously as her mind swam in circles in the lake of lust and hormones that was her current physical state. She wasn't the kind of girl who had played princess as a child, but she couldn't help but imagine this is how that must feel. She pulled the sheets over herself feeling the cool fabric envelope her as she turned to look towards Charlotte, klea's big emerald green eyes shining as she stared longingly at the blonde.

Klea's lips parted to speak, but she paused, remembering being shushed earlier. Klea took a deep breath, then slid closer to Charlotte beneath the sheets, just close enough so that their legs touched slightly. Klea smiled softly, nervously, looking into Charlotte's deep blue eyes, hoping that she would be able to just follow Charlotte's lead, and not embarrass herself.

 

[Devilla-Roche]

Charlotte pulled Klea into her body and could see that the young girl was letting her take the lead here. Without a word, she moved some of Klea’s long wavy dark hair out of the girl’s eyes, then Charlotte laid her pillowy lips on Klea’s.

Eyes closed the kiss seemed to last for an eternity. Charlotte honestly enjoyed what she was doing to the coed. Yes, Charlotte had ulterior motives here and there was an plan to what she was going to do to Klea. This was only the beginning.

Charlotte pulled her lips from Klea and smiled. Then she maneuvered her body slowly, effortlessly to be on top of Klea and crouched over the girl. Charlotte kissed Klea again, but her enormous boobs, their heaviness, their softness laid on Klea’s flat chest. Then Charlotte broke her lips from Klea’s and begin to kiss and lick the girl’s neck.