Check if Charlotte is okay

"Are you okay, Charlotte?" you ask her.

Charlotte's face is still red. "If I were just a little braver, I could have told him 'no'." She looks to you. "I could do with a hug," she says.

You move towards Charlotte to comfort her, but she surprises you by moving in for a kiss. She starts to kiss you tenderly as you embrace, and you reciprocate.

Charlotte gently slips a hand inside your jeans, slowly but undeniably grasping your butt as you kiss. You decide to take her lead and do the same with her. After a solid minute, she draws back.

"Thanks, that helped," she says.

"Why did you let him grope you like that?" you ask her.

Charlotte shook her head. "I'd already let him fondle me in the dorm room, once or twice. It's a pretty big liberty for him to do it in the hall, but I can't find my voice in situations like that, with an important authority figure. And Professor Sydley is notorious for pushing boundaries. That's why he got Alice titfucking him so soon after she started offering to jack him off."

You shake your head. You know you asked for a world of submissive women, but this seemed a bit different. "But why get him off at all? He's your prof, forc pity's sake."

Charlotte smiled at you sadly. "I didn't know that you didn't realise," she said. "It's expected. The intimacy they can't get through friendship with us, they get through their academic prestige. Alice doesn't mind at all: she's honoured to be asked, though maybe she taps on the brakes now and then. But it's just part of university life for girls."

You can't quite believe what you're hearing. But Charlotte's face brightens. "Never mind, John! I'm glad you're here. You've earned your right to feel up my chest the proper way. Let's go inside and loosen up," she says, turning to the door with her key.