The Professor's Student

The Professor’s Student

(The Full Series)

Helen Cooper

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Copyright © 2012 by Helen Cooper

Chapter 1

It was the weekend before they were going back to University and Abby and Essie were going to make sure that they made the most of it.

“Do you think we’re going to be the oldest one’s in the class again?” Essie questioned Abby as they picked up outfits to wear for their night out.

“Of course, when are we not?” Abby grinned at Essie and looked through her wardrobe. It was true, Abby and Essie at 24 years old, were among the oldest seniors in the school.

“Why did we choose to go to a small liberal arts college again?” Essie sighed as she decided on a short red dress. She knew it looked spectacular next to her jet-black hair and tanned skin.

“Because it was free.” Abby laughed. Both Essie and she had worked at the school for a few years as secretaries and had received scholarships to finally get their degree.

“Argh, yeah. True.” Essie laughed along with her. “So tell me you are not wearing that drab flowery dress Abby, please, please.”

“You know it’s my favorite.”

“We are going clubbing Abby, not to a Church fair. Come on.”

Abby sighed. “I don’t know what to wear then. I don’t really have club clothes.”

“You are so lucky we are roommates know Abby. You can borrow one of my outfits.”

Abby groaned. “Omg, I’m going to look like a slut.”

“Are you saying I look like a slut Ab’s?”

“No.  Yes. Sometimes.” Abby laughed as she spoke and groaned as she saw the black dress Essie handed her. “Omg, you cannot be serious Essie?” The dress was made of Lycra, was strapless and so short that she was scared it would barely cover her ass. “There is no way I can wear this dress.”

“Come on Abby, let’s live a little for once.” Essie pleaded with Abby and Abby knew that she was just talking about her. Abby had always been the good girl. She left high school and got a job to help her family and now she was focused 100% on her studies.

“Please Abby.”

“Argh, okay. Just this once.” Abby laughed as Essie grabbed her arms and danced around the room with her.

“This is going to be an epic night.”

“We’ll see.”

Essie groaned. “Come on Abby. Let’s have some fun tonight. Go buck wild.”

“I don’t know if I’m able to go buck wild.”

“Let’s make this interesting Abby.”

“Uh, oh. What do you want me to do?”

“I bet you $100 that you can’t be wilder than me tonight.” Essie grinned at her.

“Why would I take that bet? You will obviously win.”

“How badly do you want $100?”

Abby sighed. Essie knew that between paying rent, buying books and helping her family Abby was broke as could be. That was why Essie had moved in with her to be roommates, to help save costs. $100 would really go a long way.

“Okay, you’re on.”

“Yes.” Essie ran out of her room. “Okies I’m going to change now.”

***

Abby sighed as she tried on the mini-dress. There was no way she could wear a bra with this dress. It just wouldn’t work. And she wasn’t the sort of girl that should normally go braless. She wore a size 36 D bra and she knew her boobs would be bouncing all over the place.

Essie walked into the room as she was putting on her makeup and fixing her hair.

“You look great Abby. You should wear makeup more often.”

“Thanks Essie, you look good too.” Abby smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Her green eyes sparkled and her brown hair shone like bronze. She stood up and put her heels up.

“Whoa, wait up Ab’s.” Essie screeched and Abby looked at her in concern. “You cannot wear granny panties with that dress, look at that panty line.”

“The line is going to be there no matter what panties I wear Essie.”

“Then don’t wear any then.” Essie grinned.

“Essie, I can’t go out with any underwear. What if my skirt rides up?” Abby pleaded with Essie.

“You’ll be fine. Hurry and take them off, the cab will be here soon.” Essie rushed out of the room to get her handbag and Abby reluctantly pulled her panties off.  She kept trying to pull the dress down to make sure it covered her ass but then she exposed more of her breasts. Abby sighed; there was no way that something wasn’t going to be showing.

“Let’s go Abby. The cab’s here.”

Abby sighed and rushed to meet Essie so they could get to the club before cover charges started. She was impressed when they pulled up to a very classy looking establishment.

“Can we afford to go in here?” Abby questioned Essie as they got out of the cab.

“Yeah, free drinks for ladies until Midnight. So let’s go and get drunk.” They walked into the club giggling. It only took a few drinks to get Abby drunk and she was ready to go dance.

“Come on Essie.” She giggled and tried to pull Essie onto the dance floor with her but Essie pointed at the guy next to her and Abby realized that Essie was trying to hook up with him.

“Ooh okay. I’ll go by myself.” Abby wandered onto the dance floor feeling sexy and happy. She was in that sweet place, not too drunk but definitely on a high. She swayed onto the dance floor and danced by herself, swaying her hips and moving her hands all over her body. She felt her breasts bouncing but instead of feeling self-conscious she felt sensuous. She felt wonderful.

She didn’t know what made her turn around but when she did she saw a tall, dark man staring at her with a half smile. He was extremely handsome but seemed out of place in the club. He looked to be in his 30’s and had a distinguished air to him. Abby didn’t know what made her do it but she walked up to him and stood within a few inches of him and started dancing sensuously. She stared into his eyes as she danced and she could feel the intensity emanating from his body. She felt powerful and dangerous.  She looked over and saw Essie kissing the guy at the bar and all of a sudden remembered the bet.

She continued to dance and then pulled the man close to her by his tie. He came towards her willingly and she led him onto the dance floor.  She stopped and turned around and danced in front of him. She sighed with pleasure as he pulled her towards him and gyrated along with her. As more people came onto the dance floor, he started to get adventurous. She felt his hands roaming her body and she gasped when she felt his hands grabbing her breasts and running over her nipples. She rubbed her ass against his crotch and was gratified to feel him hard behind her. She turned around to dance facing him and was shocked when she felt his hands grabbing her bare ass. The bottom of her dress had ridden up and the cool air along with his hands was making her start to feel very horny.

“No underwear huh?” The man whispered his first words to her and grinned. She smiled back and him and continued to dance. She could feel his hands squeezing her butt cheeks and trying to slip in-between her legs. She pulled his head down to hers and kissed him, he slid his tongue into her mouth and she felt him bring her in closer to him as they made out on the dance floor.

Abby’s heart was beating. She had never made out with a stranger before. She couldn’t quite believe that she was doing this. She pushed herself against him harder and grasped as she felt his fingers in-between her legs and next to her pussy. As they gyrated back and forth his fingers rubbed against her clit softly. She could feel the pressure mounting and herself getting wet. She wanted him to slip a finger into her so she could come.

He moved his hand from between her legs and led her to some unoccupied couches at the back of the club. They were so dark she could barely see anything and she gulped with apprehension. What was he expecting from her?

“Dance for me.” He sat on the couch and she realized he wanted a lap dance. She had never given one before but she had seen enough movies to see how they went. She stood in front of him and danced for him before sitting in his lap and grinding herself on him. He reached in front of her and squeezed her nipples through her dress and she started grinding on him even harder. It was only when she felt the cool air on her chest that she realized he had slipped the top of her dress down and was now squeezing her naked breasts.

“Turn around.” He whispered in her ear and she turned around and straddled him. Her breasts pushed into his chest and she continued to grind herself against him. He bent his head down and took her right nipple in his mouth and sucked. She groaned with pleasure and reached down to feel his cock beneath her.

“I don’t have protection.” He whispered in her ear and she just smiled at him.

“That’s okay, I just want to feel it.” She whispered back to him. She unzipped him and pulled his hard cock out. It felt long and thick and she placed it between her legs and rubbed her pussy against it.

“Oh shit.” The man groaned and pushed his head back against the wall. She rubbed herself against him until she could take it no more. She had to have him in her. He must have realized because he pushed her back and brought her legs up around his neck and leaned his face into her pussy. She came within seconds as his tongue licked her clit and entered her. He lowered her legs after she came and held her in his lap. All of a sudden she sobered up and felt very self-conscious.

“Well, I should be going.” She made to get up but he held her arm.

“What’s your name?” He smiled at her gently and she felt guilty for just leaving him sitting there.

“I’m Abby.” She reached her hand out to shake his and he laughed.

“Carson.” He shook her hand solemnly and reached over to whisper in her ear. “Wanna go grab a bite to eat?”

She looked at him suspiciously. She figured he was talking about going to have sex. Which she couldn’t blame him for after the last hour or so.

“Oh, I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders trying to think of a way to get out of it.

“I promise I won’t bite. Well again.” He grinned at her and she relaxed. He seemed like a genuine guy.

“Okay, but I should see if my roommate wants to come.” She looked around for Essie and noticed her leaving the club with the guy she had been making out with earlier. Abby had a feeling they weren’t going to eat. “We can go,” she looked at Carson. “Let’s get pancakes.”

“Sounds good,” he beamed at her and they walked arm in arm out of the club.

Chapter 2

“I’ll take the banana double chocolate chip pancakes please, with a hot chocolate.” Abby smiled at the waitress, hoping to convince her that she wasn’t some sort of prostitute out with her john.

“And I’ll have a ham and cheese omelet, extra cheese.” Carson grinned at Abby, “I omitted the onions just for you.”

“What do you mean?” She stared at him blankly. She watched as he licked his lips and blushed. “Oh.”

“Of course, only if you want to kiss me that is.”

“I’ll think about it.” She replied smartly and they both laughed. Abby felt comfortable sitting in the cozy booth with Carson. It was about 2am and she should have been exhausted but for some reason she felt exhilarated and excited.

“So Abby, can I ask how old you are?” Carson frowned. “I know it’s not polite to ask a lady her age but…”

Abby laughed, “That’s okay. I’m 24. What about you?”

He groaned. “I knew I shouldn’t have opened the door. I’m 35.” He bowed his head in mock embarrassment.

“You look great for 35.” Abby spoke honestly while studying his face. He really was a handsome man.

“And you my dear don’t look a day over 21.” She smiled at him and was pleased when he reached over and held her hand. “I don’t want to be forward Abby, but I would love it if you would spend the weekend with me.”

She looked at him in panic. “Oh, I don’t know. I have some stuff to do to get ready for next week.”

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I’d just like to spend more time with you. You can leave Sunday afternoon. I have stuff on Monday as well.”