Guidance

chapter 4

The professor was finding it harder and harder to keep her hands to herself around the girl. The two were currently at the mall getting groceries. The professor had picked out ingredients for a healthy meal plan for the girl, her current diet was just all sorts of junk. The professor had also taken the liberty of picking out lavender scented body wash and shampoo, she liked her girl's to smell a certain way.

All that was left now was to shop for the girl's wardrobe. Leia was currently in a pair of very short shorts, the professor had caught a few men leering at her behind more than once during their outing. It had made her feel uncharacteristically possessive over the girl's body, she needed to be the only one fortunate enough to lay eyes on her new favourite specimen.

Leia was aware of her shorts being a little too short, they weren't something she would usually put on. But, after the events of last night, it occurred to her that she could get a sense of control over her situation if she could get the professor to admit her attraction towards her. She wanted to control what turned the professor on and when. It was her little way of fighting back and it seemed to be working too. She'd caught the professor staring at her ass a couple of times now.

It seemed her victory was only momentary when she realised the professor was guiding her towards a clothing store. The unease settled back in. Leia hung back as the professor picked out clothes, the shop looked too expensive for her to even think of getting something for herself.

The professor hadn't fully caught onto leia's alterior motive with the way she dressed up for their day out but she'd already made plans to dress the girl up in whatever she wanted. Once she was done picking out half a dozen items she called leia to the try rooms. It seemed to have caught the girl off guard, her eyes widened as the professor thrust a pile of clothes into her arms.

"I want you to try these on so I know which ones I want to see you in. Go on."

Leia tried the clothes on, she understood the concealed meaning behind the professor's acts but she would be lying if she said she wasn't pleased with the chance to get such nice pieces of clothing. The clothing wasn't too modest but still a pretty stark contrast from what she wpukd usually wear. The colors, for one, were mostly very muted hues of the colors she normally donned.

Once she was dome trying on the first batch of clothes, the professor brought in a whole other pile.

"These are for when it's just you and me at home."

The professor betrayed no emotion in her tone or her words. The clothes she had thrust into the girl's hands told a different story altogether. The skimpy shirts, the all too tiny shirts, the lingerie??

"I'm not wearing that." Leia's quick retort was met with an icy glare.

"I don't remember asking you little girl. You had no problem leaving the house in that sorry excuse for shorts, I'm sure you'll be more than comfortable with what I've picked out. Try the beige ones first."

Leia bit back her anger. This woman was absolutely fuckung infuriating. Her attempts at getting the upper hand had completely misfired.

Leia pulled the curtain back with the beige shorts and camisole on. Her title were spilling out the top of the shirt. The professor couldn't take her eyes off of the girl's figure, she felt so very pleased with herself for picking such a fine specimen. The girl was curvy in all the right places, the professor couldn't help but imagine undressing the girl painfully slow, taking in every inch of her body, cherishing it.

The professor was undeniably turned on. Her heated stare made leia squirm.

"Hmm. Show me the back."

Leia turned around slowly, she felt hot and bothered all over now. The professor's lust filled stares had her on edge for the past two days. She had been waiting for her to make a real move on her, all she'd gotten were the touches on her shpukders and arms last night. The professor was toying with her, and enjoying every second of it.

"Bring all the clothes out, and change out of those shorts into something less revealing. I don't want everyone getting a free show out of you. I'll be waiting at the counter."

Leia was left reeling at the professor's words. She'd never allowed someone to insult her this way before. This woman was relentless in her attacks at completely breaking the girl.

The ride back to the house was silent although even in her highly angered state, leia still could not resist looking at the older woman's hands and bare arms as she drove. Something about a woman driving was so sexy to her. The professor's perfectly manicured hands had all sorts of unholy thoughts running through the girl's head.

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It was still quite early in the day by the time the two got home. Leia decided to meet up with the literature club at her university. Their weekly meetings were always fun. She got dressed in the nicest little sundress she owned and made way for the front door. The professor looked up from the book she was reading in the living room.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yes ma'am. Just to hang with some friends."

"Dressed like that?"

"And what is wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Hmm, I'll let it pass just this once little girl. You're lucky I'm not in the mood to argue. I expect you'll stick to your curfew?"

"Yes, 9pm. I'll be back"

The meeting had been going great. It was a welcome change from the oppressive air in the house she shared with the professor. Leia hadn't yet gotten the chance to develop real friendship bonds with the other people at her university. Before she'd met the professor she had been working two jobs back to back right after her classes ended, all that left very little time for socialising. As unpleasant as the entire ordeal with the professor had been, the freedom it had given her was still a very welcomed change. She felt like she could think for herself, beyond worrying about how she wpukd cover housing fees this semester, or how much food would cost her this month.

The group decided to meet up with some other kids and head to one of the local bars. Most of her mates were older than her, getting into bars was no problem for them. Leia didn't have much experience drinking, beyond the stray bottle of scotch she'd shared with her school mates back in high-school. The president of the literature club sat down next to her at the table. He was quite easy on the eyes and leia had caught him staring at her more than a few times during the club meeting.

"I'm luke" he held out his hand.

"Leia."

"Its nice to meet you leia  can I get you a drink?"

She knew she probably shouldn't test the professor's lenience but she felt desperate to relax, she was so angry at the professor for being able to push her buttons so easily. She wanted to lash out. To anger her, to make her feel the way she felt when the professor toyed with her feelings.

"Yes, I'll have whatever you're having"

One drink turned to too many. Leia was now making out with the boy in a very dimly lit corner of the bar. Both of them more than a little intoxicated. The boy moved onto her neck, undoubtedly leaving a hickey while his hands slipped between her thighs. As his fingers worked her tight bundle of nerves, leia couldn't help but think of what the professor would think of her now. Would she call her a whore, ready to spread her legs for a few drinks? Would the professor be angry, would she be jealous, would she finally make a move on her. Leia didn't really like the boy, he was just conveniently there. And now while his fingers worked against her tight bundle of nerves all leia could think of was the professor. Her nimble fingers instead of his gruff ones. Her face as she used leia for whatever sick pleasure she wanted. She was cumming before she knew it. As the orgasm died down, her mind cleared a little of the alcohol induced haze it was under.

Her curfew was long forgotten. Panic set in as she pushed the boy back and scrambled out of the bar. It was 12:30 am by the time the uber dropped her off at the professor's house. She was still a little dazed as she walked into the house, she almost laughed when she saw the professor's eyes fill with anger at the sight of her drunk self. It seemed she would get the reaction she was hoping for.