It becomes a real struggle

You swallow hard as you stare across the room at Sam, realizing your job just became that much harder. The silly boy has somehow ended up dressed in a way that just hits all your buttons. He's wearing a pair of skinny jeans that cling so tightly to his round butt you swear you can make out each plump cheek pressing against the denim. His shirt meanwhile is actually pink, a light collared one with a flowing hem that rests just below his waist. It's a very feminine outfit for a boy who's already girly enough to make your mouth water. He looks so scrumptious your cock is once again straining to tear through your panties.

"Um...Ms. Black?" He stares up at you, those plump pink lips of his slightly parted like they're begging for a thick New Female cock to just be shoved between them. You can hardly even imagine how soft they'd feel wrapped tight around your aching shaft, nor how amazing it would be to spray every gallon of cum boiling in your throbbing balls deep into his little belly.

"Oh, please take a seat, Sam." You smile down at him, waving a hand towards the chair across from your desk. Despite the hot arousal boiling inside your needy body, you manage to actually look fairly calm as you sit down on your own office chair and hurriedly slide it forward to hide your erection under your desk. The cute boy scurries over and sits down across from you. He's blushing again, because of course he is, a delicious pink flooding into his pale little cheeks. "Now was there something in particular you wanted to talk about today?" You ask, leaning forward over the desk so you can see all of him. Your roving gaze drifts down his body as he wriggles adorably in the seat.

"Yes, Ms Black." He nods hurriedly. "I've been...trying really hard to make friends like you said in your emails. I...even went to a dorm party yesterday."

"That's great, Sam." You reply, trying to keep things positive. "How did it go?"

"Really bad." He glances down, those lovely blue eyes of his settling on your desk. He's nibbling on his plump lower lip as you wait for him to elaborate, a little nervous tic you find ultra cute. Fuck, this boy...how can anyone be so adorable? It just makes you want to leap across your desk like a pouncing lioness and tear off all those girly clothes. You know he'd look even cuter naked, kneeling at your feet and drenched in one of your thick loads. Then you'd bend him over the chair and shove your cock right up his delicious butt. "I just stood on the side. No-one wanted to talk to me and I...always get too shy to try myself. They were all...drinking too, even though we're not old enough." He pouts adorably, like he's rather put-out at the law-breaking behavior of his peers.

"Well, Sam." You lean back on your desk, a little shiver running down your spine as that motion makes your throbbing dick rub against the side of your leg. Damn, you really need to jerk off when this is over. It's getting hard to even think through the flood of increasingly graphic sexual fantasies. "Many people your age find college is a place to discover new things about themselves. It's not all about parties and drinking, even if it can sometimes seem that way. I was never the biggest fan of those things myself either."

"Really?" He perks up instantly, his delighted gaze flickering back to your face.

"Yes." You smile. It's hard not to be charmed when this adorable boy is so happy to learn even the slightest thing about you. "You have to find your own niche. Think about the things you enjoy doing. Maybe there's a club or society you can join?"

"I...tried that, Ms Black, in the first week." He shakes his head sadly, that moment of good mood vanishing as soon as you stop talking about yourself. "I'm...not good at anything, and all the clubs are so competitive. People...are nice at first, but I always mess up or stutter or say something stupid. Then I get so shy and embarrassed and they stop trying to include me. Even my dorm-mates just ignore me in the kitchen now. Especially the other guys. They just look at me funny. You're...the only person here who listens to me."

Your heart aches in sympathy as he stares sadly at the desk again, enough to overwhelm even the boiling need between your legs. Come on, Lucy, you tell yourself, this boy needs your help, not your cock. You can't stand by and let him have such a miserable time. There must be something you can do, some way you can help him get over his shyness and learn how to get along with his peers.

"Okay Sam." You nod to him, making a decision at last. Maybe this is a little dangerous considering your attraction to him, but it's all you can think of. You'll just have to control yourself the same you have during this meeting. "There's something we can do together that might help you."