Well enough, but a darker path emerges

Arriving at Maisie's college, and as it happened Helen's former college, was a surreal experience. It was almost like stepping back in time, as everything was so familiar and yet slightly different. The campus was close to the centre of town, close to the train station. The buildings were non-descript concrete and glass boxes, arranged around a large, open quad. It had changed little in the last five years, apart from the students.

Helen realised that despite poking around in Maisie's memories, she hadn't taken note of what course she was studying. She made her way over to a quiet bench and sat down. Helen closed her eyes and concentrated, allowing her senses to drift away and explore Maisie's mind.

'Sports coaching,' Helen mused. 'I guess that explains why she has such a great figure. She's not doing so well with her coursework, though.'

Maisie's memories confirmed that she was finding the academic aspect of the course very difficult. She struggled with essays, and her tutor was unimpressed with her progress. The possibility of failing her course was looming large.

As luck would have it, Helen had completed a similar course to Maisie, and her experience as a manager at the leisure centre gave her plenty of relevant practical experience. She would definitely be able to help. The thought that Helen was currently helping without Maisie's permission nagged at her, and she felt a pang of guilt.

'I'll have to tell her later, and ask for her permission,' Helen thought, her brow furrowed. 'I can't keep controlling her like this forever, no matter how much I might like too...'

"Oi, Maisie!" A voice called out, jolting Helen out of her thoughts. She turned to see a boy walking towards her. He had unruly, messy brown hair and a cocky grin. He was quite attractive, in a cheeky kind of way.

"You waiting for me, babe?" he said, reaching Helen and sitting down beside her.

Helen looked him over and recognised him from Maisie's memories. His name was Ollie and he was in her classes. From what Helen could find in her host's mind, he was a bit of a playboy, and he had been trying to get Maisie into bed for a while.

"Hey, Ollie," Helen replied, flashing him a smile. "I didn't want to be the first one in the classroom. Didn't fancy everyone staring at me."

"It would be a shock, Maisie, you're usually always late," Ollie replied, edging closer. He looked her up and down. "You look good today. I'm not trying to be rude, but less make-up suits you."

"Thanks," Helen said, blushing slightly. "It saved me a few minutes in the morning, that's for sure."

"I'm surprised you made it in this morning to be honest. Mason tells me you were out drinking with him last night," Ollie added. "Said you went off with some fella after a couple of drinks."

Helen's face flushed even redder. The potential repercussions of last night's activities with Adam were starting to emerge.

"Oh, yeah, him," Helen said, fumbling for words. "He was a family friend. We just hung out and chatted."

Ollie gave her a disbelieving look. "Maisie, babe, why are you being so coy? I swear you sound like a different person this morning. Getting in on time, less makeup. Now all this bashful nonsense."

"It's not nonsense," Helen snapped, getting up from the bench. "I'm... I'm trying to improve. Get my act together. If that's ok with you?"

Ollie stared at her in surprise. "Wow, Maisie, I'm sorry, I didn't mean nothing by it," he said, holding up his hands. "Just stating the facts."

Helen looked away, embarrassed. This was going to be more difficult than she'd thought.

"Anyway," Ollie continued, "since you've turned over this new leaf, and all, let's get going to class."

The first class was pretty uneventful, and Helen had a vague recollection of the subject matter. She found it easy enough to contribute when asked, and could tell the teacher was surprised at her participation.

In fact the teacher, Mr. Drummond, was so impressed, he asked to speak to her after the lesson. He was a portly man in his forties, with a receding hairline and a bushy beard. Helen had a hard time picturing him as the promising athlete he'd apparently been in his youth.

"Maisie, you've never shown this level of interest in the course before, and I must say it's good to see." He was standing a bit closer than Helen felt comfortable with, and she could smell his cologne, mixed with his own musk. His eyes kept flicking to her exposed belly. "I'll be honest, I didn't think you were going to pass this year, but maybe now we can talk about that."

"Thanks, sir," Helen said, not really knowing what to say. She felt uncomfortable standing there, the teacher's gaze roaming over her figure.

"You've still got a lot of catching up to do, of course," he said, sitting on the edge of his desk. His knees parted slightly, and Helen could see his trousers were bulging.

"I know, sir," Helen said, trying to ignore the way his cock was tenting his trousers, but it was impossible. He was definitely turned on. "I'm willing to do whatever it takes."

Helen's face immediately turned bright red as soon as she realised the double meaning in her words. Mr. Drummond smiled at her suggestively, his eyes sparkling.

"Are you, now?" He replied, a smile playing on his lips. "Well, perhaps we can work something out. I'm free after classes end today, why don't you come by my office and we'll discuss it further?"

"Umm, ok," Helen stammered, completely flustered. She felt her pulse quicken as the teacher's eyes raked over her body. All critical thought left her mind. The image of Mr. Drummond naked, his thick cock pushing deep inside her, flashed across her mind unbidden.

"Excellent," he said, smiling. "Well, I look forward to seeing you later." He stood and walked over to the door, opening it for her. As Helen passed him, she felt his hand lightly slap her arse.

"Thanks, Mr. Drummond," Helen replied, managing a shaky smile. She walked away, her heart pounding, a dull throb pulsing between her thighs.

'What was that?' Helen thought, hurrying away from the classroom. Her body was responding in an unexpected way to the teacher's attention. 'Why was I getting turned on by that sleazy creep?'

Helen couldn't make sense of her thoughts, frustration building. This wasn't the way she'd planned things to go. She was meant to be helping Maisie by sorting out her coursework and improving her grades. Not by flirting with her teacher.