I go home

So I went home, not sure what to think about my encounter with Professor Smith. But I had managed get Diane one week of extra time and that was something. Okay, I thought about her tight asshole too...

I reached our flat and opened the door. The smell of coffee permeated the air and I made the coffee machine my first stop. On the couch sat Leon wearing an old, plain white T-shirt and boxer shorts. His hands around a steaming mug he followed my steps with tired eyes. As I filled my own mug with the black liquid, I greeted him. „Good morning, Sir. I hope you had a pleasant and restful night for I am sure we have the most wondrous day ahead of us.” He just looked at me and shook his head in denial. So I finished my coffee and decided to head over to visit Diane.

She opened the door wearing denim trousers and a old bandshirt. Her long, dark blonde hair was still wet from the shower. She looked somewhat tired but happy to see me. „D! Come on in. You up for a tea?” „Yeah, why not.” I followed her into her room. It was the usual mess. On her Desk she had an iron teapot and two cups. When she poured the dark liquid into the cups the smell of spices spread throughout the room. I took the cup in my hand and inhaled through my nose. „That... That smells really interesting. What is it?” Diane smiled. „It's a specialty. Mostly a strong black tea. It's spiced with pepper, ginger, cardamom and stuff though. Oh and there's good dose of guarana for the extra kick. Goes really well with honey.” I took a sip and the taste was something to behold. Nothing like the cheap coffee you could get at the vending machines on campus or the significantly better coffee, Leon made. „Wow. That's just...” I took another sip. „I'm glad you like it.” Dianes voice was low and as sweet as the honey in her tea. We both sat on her bed. She had one leg on the mattress, her bare foot in the air. She looked straight at me. I was wearing shoes and therefor had both my feet on the floor but as I met her light blue eyes, I could not help to feel fascinated by this girl. She was messy in a lovely manner but very ambitious about her her studies. She was really alternative about many things but down to earth about many other things.

„So... You wanted to talk to me about something in person?” I snapped out of it. „Yes I went to talk to Professor Smith.” Her eyes widened with anticipation. „I wasn't sure if you were joking last night. How did it go? Have you been expelled?” „What? No! I find Smith to be a very respectable person, strict and principled but also fair and reasonable, not without compassion. And, she thinks very highly of you, Diane.” „You kidding me right now?” „Diane, please this is serious. I stuck my neck out for you.” I stretched my senses and observed her mind closely. She was curious and unsure about the situation. „So... Please don't be mad at me...” The insecurity grew and an ominous foreboding mingled with it. Maybe that wasn't the right thing to say... I sighed. „I told Smith I came on your behalf but without you knowing. I lied to her about a close relative of yours being seriously ill. I also told her, you wanted to keep your personal affairs separate from your studies and you would never openly talk about that to her. Oh, and I took Leon's Story with the bad train trip. Only I put you in it” „Why? Why did you...” „You have until next week.” „What???” „I think you should go there anyways. She will tell you, you made a mistake. Your paper is not due until next week.” I told Diane all the Details about my talk with Smith and how she edited her notebook. It took Diane another cup of her wondrous tea, to comprehend it all. In the end, she wasn't mad at me at all. Well I may have nudged her emotions in the right direction now and then. But the talk went really well. In the end, she looked at the clock on her desktop computer. „Shit! I gotta go, see Smith. She started running around grabbing shirts, tops, trousers and a bra from the floor and various pieces of furniture. „I am sorry the room is such a mess but...” Her mind was a mess right now too, she was in a hurry, so I got up and locked eyes with her. The opportunity was too good to let it slide. I knew that memory I was looking for, although she wasn't actively thinking about it, it was easy to bring it up. „Diane, please relax. I am absolutely comfortable with you...” My words struck her mind like a hammer. The Memory popped up reliably and I drew it into her attention. „with you room.” In her mind I made her boyfriends words my own... with your body... „There is nothing to be ashamed of Diane.” She looked at me, not knowing what to say. I reached out to her again and calmed the storm that was forming in her mind. I focused her whole attention on me and in the intense and intimate feelings so closely attached to the memory of her anal defloration. In my mind I spoke the words again, sending them to her, making them resonate in her mind. „I am absolutely comfortable with you, Diane, with your body. There is nothing to be ashamed of.” Her look softened and she unceremoniously took her T-shirt off. Her hair nearly dried up by now fell down her shoulders and her neck. The soft, slightly tanned skin of her body. She had the most wonderful tits. Firm and well defined, they seemed larger than I had anticipated. A good B-cup, maybe a small C-cup. Her nice half round breasts formed a cleavage without the help of any bra and the tiny, perky nipples with their small pinkish areolas sat on the perfect spot. Her stomach wasn't as toned as Marys but it was flat with just the right amount of fat above her muscles.

The wondrous site lasted only a couple of seconds before she put on a bra and closed it behind her back. The she grabbed a clean top from a chair, put her arms through it and winked at me with a smile as she put it on. Them she snapped her fingers. „Hey D. You gotta go now too.” „I'm.. uhmm... I'm sorry, Diane. I uhh. I didn't expect that.” She giggled. „ I know. There's nothing to be ashamed of.” I felt her fingers on my cheeks. „We must go now.” And so she left for university while I went back to my own flat.