Session's over

“Ah!” Helda sighed, rising from the couch. She easily closed her shirt and redid the buttons, her eyes drifting to the clock set in the wall. “But it looks like our session is over.”

Amiee, still stunned by her orgasm, thoughts made heavy by the thick scent of sex and perfume, offered no resistance as Held pulled the collegiate upright and off the couch. The teen submitted to Helda’s every touch with a bewildered subservience, assisting the councillor in redressing herself when prompted. As Helda tied Amiee’s top back on, she suddenly smiled and gave a sharp tug causing Amiee to gasp and arch her back against the fabric pressing into her tender breasts

Releasing her, Helda stepped back, smiling demurely as she looked the young woman over. Redressed in her shorts and top, the only evidence of their coupling was a faint stain on the couch and the cherry red of arousal that coloured the girl’s skin. Helda nodded in satisfaction. “Now Amiee, I hope you’ve taken something away from this. Because,” Helda said with a voracious grin, dangling Amiee’s black thong from her hand, the front still damp and lacy frill fluttering merrily, “I certainly have. Just so we both remember our time together.” Balling the underpants up, Helda tucked them into a pocket and guided Amiee to the door. “Now, if you ever need to see me again, for anything, please feel free to make an appointment. And I’ll see if I can…” She licked the girl’s earlobe causing the teen to shudder in delight. “…Squeeze you in.”

“Have fun now,” Helda said, giving the stunned girl a push out the door. “And remember. Always be true to you.”

Final words ringing in her ears, Amiee walked mechanically out of the office, building, and on to campus ground.

She walked without direction at first. The fresh air did much to help bring Amiee back to her senses. Moving across the grass of the lawn, she slowed, inhaling the pure air of the outside, feeling the headiness of the perfume be stripped from her layer by layer. At last, she opened her eyes, and was herself once more. She stopped, pressing a hot hand against her forehead, eyes widening in realization. “Oh…my god,” she said. A gust flitted by her, and she jumped as the cold air caressed her slit through her unbuttoned shorts. Her skin now glowed red in embarrassment. “Oh my god!”

Looking around she found several fellow students watching her in confusion. She stammered, then fled at once, running all the way back to her dorm, hands clasped tightly around her breasts, still jutting proudly out against her bra, acutely conscious of her bare pussy visible should her shorts accidently open too wide. Flying into the building and up the stairs, she slammed the door to her room behind her and leaned against it, panting deeply.

Amiee gripped her brown hair and sank to the floor. “What the fuck happened?” she asked aloud, voice shaking as the shock began to settle in on her lucid mind. The events stood out starkly in her memory, running before her mind eye scene by scene.

As she remembered she blushed even deeper, but what was more, her hand began to drift down. Running along her bared midriff, across the rough fabric of her shorts, through the unbuttoned hole. The teen gasped as her fingers found her pussy lips. “Oh…oh my god,” She stared at the ceiling, wanting to stop, yet her hand only dug deeper, in and out, roughly fucking herself. “Oh my gooood.”

In a matter of minutes she came again. Amiee slumped, suddenly weary, but impossibly sated. She looked down, the front of her shorts, wet from her orgasm. She looked at her fingers, glistening with her fluids. “Oh. My god,” she said a third time.