Helda's next appointment, Heather

The next day was slow for Helda, she had only one appointment in the morning, a student named Heather. Heather was older than most of the undergrads at the school being 25. She was due to graduate this year, but she may have to postpone her graduation if her grades did not improve. That was the reason Helda would be seeing her today. At a little after 10, Heather arrived at Helda’s office. Heather was slightly overweight, she had belly and some meat on her hips and ass. She wore a tight white button shirt, a black striped skirt, black stockings. Underneath she had on red satin string bikini and a red lace bra. Helda gestured for Heather to enter her office and closed the door. When Heather sat on the couch, Helda sat next to her. Helda was wearing a light pink button shirt with the top buttons undone to show off her cleavage and a short khaki skirt.

As Helda sat down next to Heather she crossed her legs and poured herself a cup of coffee. “would you like some?” She asked Heather.

“No thanks.” Heather said.

From the look on Heather’s face, Helda could tell the student did not want to be there. “I am assuming you know why your instructors recommended you see a counselor,” Helda said taking a sip of her coffee. She let her heels fall to the floor as she talked. “Your grades have slipped and are jeopardizing your ability to graduate this year. And this has happened in the past and affected your advancement.”

“I know.” Heather said looking at the floor. “I do try, its just that I struggle in some of my classes. I guess I don’t pick things up that quickly.”

Putting her coffee down, Helda could see the student felt bad. Helda slid closer and put her arm around Heather. “It's OK, there are others who struggle too. Have you tried studying differently or seeking help?”

“I have been afraid to seek help, I don’t want people to think I was dumb.” Heather said.

“I can try to help you.” Helda said. Her foot started to rub against Heather’s stocking clad leg and she took one of Heather’s hands in hers. “And then I can put in a good word with your instructors for you so you would pass.”

“How would you help me. What would I have to do?” Heather asked.

Helda’s toes were rubbing against Heather’s calf, and she took Heather’s hand and placed it on her knee. “I would teach you the things you haven’t learned, then if I am satisfied by your efforts I will talk to your instructors.” Helda said smiling at Heather.

Heather was starting to wonder if there was something more to Helda, if the counselor was trying to seduce her. The way Helda was rubbing her toes against her calf, and now placing her hand on the older woman’s leg. Heather wasn’t sure, maybe it was nothing and her imagination was running wild. “I don’t really have much choice, do I?” Heather said. “I can continue to go on my own and probably not graduate this year, or I can accept your help.”

Helda’s hand slid Heather’s up her leg slightly, above her knee and towards her thighs, almost to the bottom of her skirt. “I’m afraid you don’t. “ Helda nodded. She couldn’t wait to get underneath Heather’s skirt.