Charlotte quickly jills her off.

Asteratrice's nostrils flared, listening to Professor Tomkins offer the young man comfort nursing with release. She looked in Charlotte's eyes, her bosom heaving. "Oh, Mistress Bee, do you think we could...?" She lifted the hem of her sundress and spread her knees, exposing the bright pink center of her sex to Charlotte. "Please?"

Charlotte took the young woman's hand and gently held it. "Hush," she said. Looking in Asteratrice's face, already warm in the cheek and damp in the brow, perhaps it would be better to go along with the young woman. Charlotte nodded. "Hush. We must be quick."

A flash of gratitude lit up in the younger woman's eyes. Her lips parted and she took a breath to speak.

Charlotte leaned forward, taking Miss Tritonelle by the shoulders, and covered the younger woman's soft, full lips with her own, stifling her voice into a muffled squeak.

Charlotte moved a hand down between Miss Tritonelle's knees. Asteratrice scooted forward on the vinyl seat to meet her advisor's fingers. The young woman was wet, very wet.

"Mmmf!" Asteratrice said.

Charlotte touched Miss Tritonelle's sex tentatively, spreading her labia and orienting herself by touch, separating the folds, here wet, there warm, above, a bud stiff and swollen, a touch there making her hips jump.

The younger woman's expression went from grateful to pleading. Charlotte kept her mouth firmly on Asteratrice's, holding her tight with one arm, stimulating her sex lightly and slowly with the other hand.

Professor Tomkins' office hours with the male student continued. Their awkward main business concluded, Professor Tomkins was ending the session by giving him comfort nursing and sexual relief. Miss Tritonelle's eyes flicked toward the door each time she heard a murmur or a sound of wet skin on skin.

Asteratrice whimpered, pushing her sex toward Charlotte's hand. Charlotte resisted, waiting for the right time, listening to the pair behind the door.

"Let me give you a little squeeze there, just gently," Ellen Tomkins said.

"Oh," the young man said. "Umm mum mum mm mmm." The sounds of nursing and cock stroking grew faster and louder. "Ahhh!"

Charlotte switched from teasing to more direct stimulation of Miss Tritonelle's clitoris. The younger woman whimpered and bucked her hips under Charlotte's hand. Her eyes looked upward toward the ceiling.

"Yes, I see you like that," Ellen said. "No, keep stroking, you're almost there. Big balls there, and so tight. One more squeeze."

"Professor? Professor! I'm coming!" he cried out.

"Good boy, yes, there you are, there you are," Ellen said.

Charlotte redoubled her erotic **** on Miss Tritonelle's clitoris, strumming her fingers faster and faster. Asteratrice whined into Charlotte's tightly pressed lips. A spurt of fluid doused Charlotte's wrist and the younger woman exploded into orgasm, kicking out her legs and writhing in Charlotte's embrace. Charlotte held on tightly as Asteratrice tensed and loosed with the waves of her climax.

The wet rhythmic sounds of cock stroking continued to diffuse through the Professor's closed door as Charlotte fingered Miss Tritonelle through a multiple orgasm.

"I love you!" the young man cried.

"Shh, shh, just finish," Ellen said.

"Ah, AH, AHHH!" the young man cried.

"There! Get it out, get it all out," Ellen said.

Charlotte kept stroking Miss Tritonelle's clit until she had coaxed out a second wet spurt. She could feel the younger woman relax in her embrace. Mission accomplished.

"Ah, there, much better now," Ellen told the young man.

Charlotte gently eased Miss Tritonelle back to lean against the wall, to the side away from the little puddles she had squirted out, and smoothed down her skirt.

"Thank you so much, Professor Tomkins," he said.

"You're welcome. All part of office hours," she said. "Now, here's a wipe."

"Thank you, Professor."

"Looks like you'll need another," Ellen said. "And another, my my."

Charlotte listened with half an ear as the office session concluded. Using the kit in her bag, she wiped up the girl juice spreading across the vinyl bench cushion, dribbling onto the floor, and drenching her arm to the elbow. Asteratrice slumped in the corner, looking blissfully debauched.

"You're in the dormitories, right?" Professor Tomkins asked the young man.

"Yes, Professor."

"Now remember, if you're having stress over your projects and you have trouble sleeping, go right away and get help from your house mother. Just like this. She may have good advice for you too. Hop up, now, young man, time to get on your way."

A slap of palm on buttocks -- Charlotte knew it well -- sounded through the door. There was some rustling of fabric and fumbling with closures.

A young man, probably a first-year student, his clothes slightly disarranged, came out through the door holding a manila folder with sheets of paper inside. He nodded to Asteratrice and headed down the hall, not recognizing Charlotte.