Counselor's New Cunt - Closed for AndreaSubbie

[ericrodman101]

Professor Angus Plum sat at his PC in the faculty room, bored and alone. He clicked from one subscription porn site to the next - Blacked, Tushy, Anal Russian Babes, Kink - but nothing satisfied. It was like all the experts said, the more porn he watched, the harder it needed to be to arouse him.

Angus had spent a long session watching one new girl. European, but she spoke English the way he liked. A sweet innocent girl using obscenities he understood, was a minimum requirement. Blonde, petite, slim and fetching in her ill-fitting school uniform, Sophia had been summonsed alone to the principal's office for an orientation talk from the masters, all five of them, who had promptly joined the principal in gangraping her.

He'd sat with his cock out and instantly hard, as the six mature men had fucked her roughly in every hole, on several occasions two cocks in the same hole at the same time. And she'd responded willingly and gratefully, enduring all the indecencies allowable over the public internet, before inviting them to drain their cocks into her mouth. He'd drained his cock into a handkerchief as she swilled their semen round for the camera.

And then it was over. Sure he'd watch the luscious Sophia's violation again, and look out for her other vids, but once it was over and his cock deflated, the evening lost its momentum. He could stay here in his room, or go home to his apartment, directly or via one of the adult stores in the town. None of these options excited him much.

What I need, Angus thought, is a new challenge. Something obscene and stimulating that I haven't done before. Something risky and edgy, involving real people and not just screen images.

He leaned back in his chair, cock still outside his trousers but pointing sadly at the floor. What could he do? To his left was a pile of folders containing the applications for scholarships. He needed to review them overnight and give his recommendations to the dean in the morning. And to his right was his notepad. He picked up a pen, turned over to a blank sheet of paper, and doodled, writing down words in a stream of consciousness, hoping that something might appear to answer his prayers.

On the screen a series of advertisements for various sexual services flashed by. And then the personals, the people supposedly in the local area available to be fucked tonight. One word kept appearing. A word the school masters had used repeatedly while they shoved their hard cocks into Sophia's glaringly pink orifices. 'Slut'. Not an uncommon word in the circumstances. But not one Angus had ever given much academic thought to.

He wrote it down. 'Slut'. He typed it into the search bar and pressed enter. The definition came up. And a series of connected words. He ran his eyes down the list.

The last word was 'slutification'. He clicked. A new definition popped up.

"The process of a previously non-slutty girl turning into a slut, usually occurring within the first semester of college."

Angus read the definition a second time. 'Slutification'. 'Non-slutty'. 'First semester'. He turned his head and looked again at the folders to his left. The scholarship applications. Hmmm. Maybe....just maybe....

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy Cook sat at her PC in the family room, bored and alone.

She clicked form one page to another of her scholarship application wondering if she would be successful.

She'd be able to go to University still without a scholarship, but the award would make a huge difference to her. It would look good on any future job application, and maybe she wouldn't need to get herself a job to buy books. Not that it would be too difficult to get a job. She'd heard that there were always plenty of bars needing staff near college campuses, and pretty slim brunettes with a nice figure were always in demand, especially in the Sports bars.

The advice she'd been given by her teacher was to try to make her application stand out. There were two things she could do, she was told.

First, say more than just the obvious. The application form itself already covered the information about school and public exam results, which were good, sporting achievements, Swim Team Captain, interests and extra-curricular which was mostly sports and reading, positions of responsibilty which was already covered, community service which in her case was visiting with old folks since she always enjoyed the company of mature people.

It was the role of the Personal Statement to ignore all that and go beyond.

Second, tell them what they want to hear.

So she'd used the small amount of space to emphasise simply and economically how she wanted to be different, to be independent in thought and action, challenge convention, be guided and moulded into what she could be. She would respond to instruction willingly and gratefully, inviting the tutors to drain their wisdom into her open mind.

In particular, she looked forward to the process of a previously non-wordly girl turning into what they wanted, hopefully starting within the first semester of college.

Of course little of it had been her words. It wasn't really her, but the schoolmaster who was advising her had written much of what she'd put.

But after reading through again she was satisfied that she'd given it her best shot. At least in her own case the head and shoulders photo each applicant had to attach should help a little.

 

[ericrodman101]

Professor Angus Plum. He liked the ring of it. And how good it looked embossed in black-lettered aluminium on his office door.

He turned, applications under his arm, and walked down the hall, then the stairs and across the campus to his apartment. Angus could have stayed in his office to read the applications, but there were only twenty of them, he was hungry, and if he didn't leave now he'd still be here at 10pm. No, reading them at home was best. Naked in bed with porn on the flatscreen, where he could enjoy every pore and pimple and pucker while he read and stroked himself.

Besides, reading scholarship applications could be quite stimulating. Photos of innocent wide-eyed young would-be college students spilling their life stories and aspirations out on the page. With the definition of slutification spooling in his head, the thought of reading teen crap to the sounds of teen fucking seemed all the more appropriate and attractive.

Once he'd eaten, Angus turned down the sheets, switched on the smart TV and scrolled through his favourites, then his subscriptions. Choosing the right porn for an evening of solo entertainment was an important task. He needed inspiration as much as relief.

His thoughts kept returning to the delectable Sophia he'd watched earlier in the day. It surprised him he'd never cum across her before, in both senses of the word. Sophia appeared to have filmed many videos, almost all of them gangbangs, and mostly older men using her in ways which merely described and thumbnailed, made it hard to choose from so many of his favourite keywords and scenarios.

In the end he selected another classroom drama, this time with four young men her own age. Nineteen or twenty he guessed. The males conservatively dressed in smart trousers and button shirts, and Sophia, as he expected, in a parody of a school uniform, short enough to expose her thong panties, bare round the waist, blouse unbuttoned and knotted at the front, no bra.

Angus undressed, pressed play, and opened the first application file.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Tomorrow was the earliest day they might hear about the scholarship awards.

Katy was in bed reading again through the college literature, checking out the small print.

It seemed the college reserved the right to make an award based on applications, or to call in suitable candidates for interview. That any claims made at interview were of the same standing as the application form, and were the basis for all future interactions between the college, or those acting on its behalf, and the student. The College would appoint and Academic Counsellor for each scholarship student the help them fulfil all their scholarship obligations. There was no appeal against the final decision to award the scholarship, and some years they didn't award one at all.

That made her feel a bit nervous.

She thought again about the wording of her Personal Statement. It seemed good to her, what the schoolmaster had written out. After all, he was looking out for her best interests, wasn't he? Of course he was. She might the world's most gullible 18 year old, but at least she could be certain that he'd done his best for her. She'd signed the application statement that it was all her own words and that every detail was accurate and correct. If she ever got an interview, she'd need to stick to that story!

Katy turned out the light and snuggled down, wondering who would read her application. She pictured a dusty dry professor in a book lined study with half glasses on his nose, a bow tie and a cardigan all formally dressed, reading at a big wooden desk topped in leather, all to the sound of a large grandfather clock sonorously ticking toward his giving her the scholarship.

She smiled, and drifted into innocent sleep.

 

[ericrodman101]

We have a winner, Angus thought. He lay back on the bed, the files spilling onto the floor, his hand pumping his cock, the fuckable Sophia filling the flatscreen.

The scholarship applications had been the usual dross. Full of bad spelling, worse grammar, improbable exaggerations, and flat out lies. They all wanted to cure cancer after climbing Everest and a spot of Angolan mine clearance. Funny how no one aspired to a good degree and then a simple honest working life.

But one application stood out. Katy someone. Nerdy photo, but a good looking girl. And some stream of consciousness piece about wanting to be different, challenging convention, willing to be guided and moulded, to take instruction.

Angus had read Katy's application while watching a second porno in which Sophia played a simple naive girl being manipulated by her older boyfriend. Starting out dressed like a good girl, at the hands of her boyfriend, Sophia had gradually turned into the slut he wanted at his beck and call. Angus's cock was throbbing now as the porno neared the end with Sophia spreadeagled across a bar while her boyfriend and a conga line of patrons subjected her to a series of degrading acts.

Angus came suddenly, his cock spewing its copious load into the air and then down onto the remaining files. And as he breathed hard, wondering how easy it was to remove cum stains from paper, and Sophia accepted her reward in loads of semen jetted into her mouth, a credit rolled up the screen promising another fuckfest in her next movie, The Slutification of Sophia.

There it was again. That word. Slutification. Just like he'd googled yesterday. It dawned on Angus what he could do to overcome his current chronic boredom. He rolled over, oblivious to the sticky pool under his leg, and gathered up Katy's application. He read her statement again. How willing to be guided was she? How easy to mould? To take instruction? Had she really imagined the tutors draining their wisdom into her open mind?

The slutification of Katy....Angus looked for her surname....Cook. What a project. He was hard again just at the thought. Phone her first thing, he thought. Time to interview the applicant.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was a lovely clear morning, and Katy had this feeling inside that today was going to be her day.

Rolling out of bed she pulled the t shirt nightie up over her head and pulled down her panties and slipped a white terry gown over her bare body, tying it loosely round her middle.

Out of her room up the landing to the family bathroom. She wanted a shower to set herself up. Gown off, water on, look at herself in the full length mirror before everything steamed up.

Mm, nice dark hair to her shoulders with a bit of bounce. Slim body nicely toned from the school grass hockey and swimming. Trim legs, neat dark triangle, not too fluffy but not shaved like a lot of her friends. Boobs nice and high, not droopy, pretty pink tips. Yep, not bad, girl, not bad at all!

She grinned at her reflection, stuck out her tongue and hopped in under the water. The shampoo ran in thick white gouts of suds down her body and she caressed it into her soft skin, stroking herself all over revelling in the sensuality. Mustn't stay in too long or she'd be in trouble for using up all the hot water!

Out the shower, wrap hair in towel, put on gown, skip back to her room to dress.

Since today was special she put on her favourite bra, the black silky lightweight, then a nice red silky button front blouse, favourite cream soft tiny boy short panties, clean pressed stretch jeans and brown sandals.

Time for breakfast.

 

[ericrodman101]

When Angus arrived for the interview, the college receptionist was speaking on the phone.

"Just the one, I'm afraid," she said. He looked anxious, having phoned two names ahead earlier. "The girl," she said. "Katy Cook."

Angus looked towards the small office where the interview would take place.

"Yes, in there already," she said. "Very pretty."

Pretty? The receptionist was an old fashioned woman. Pretty would mean clean and neat, and not too much flesh showing. Was that good, Angus thought. Well, depends on what Ms Katy Cook meant by all that 'wisdom draining' crap she'd written in her application.

"And you're nicely dressed too, if I may so, Professor Plum," she said. "I hate how standards have fallen round here. You know, when I first started you wouldn't see a male professor on campus without a tie."

Angus smiled. He'd worn a button-up shirt and the jacket with the black elbow patches over cords, and polished his shoes. Neat and casual, unthreatening, but with an air of authority. Very much the professor from central casting. Keep Ms Katy Cook within her comfort zone.

"Oh, and Mrs Smithies isn't coming either. Her mother is ill."

Mrs Smithies. Well she would be no loss, Angus thought. "So just me then. One applicant, one interviewer. Hardly worth coming in. I should have just tossed a coin."

The receptionist laughed and looked down at her desk. Angus walked over to the interview room, opened the door and walked in.

"Ms Cook," he said. "Don't get up, Professor Angus Plum, how do you do?"

He held out his hand. And was pleased she did get up out of her chair. For all her nerdy head and shoulders attached to her application, Ms Katy Cook was quite a stunner, in a buttoned-up sort of way. But not like some Christian coed frump. Nice dark hair to the shoulders, neatly styled, fresh skin which showed she exercised, even muscled slightly. He liked muscled girls, especially when they put their legs round your head and neck and held tight while you licked their cunt.....careful, he thought, or I'll be tenting my trousers.

And the red blouse. Very fetching, he thought. Expensive. Silky. Buttons not done all the way to the top, although she'd done up enough of them to keep the colour of her bra a secret, he expected, even if she leaned forward. And her tits? Well, they sat proudly enough. He could nearly taste them. But would she be shaved clean or trimmed or as nature intended? He was getting ahead of himself. If the slutification of Katy Cook was to be his big project this semester he might as well take it slow and make the most of it.

"So, Ms Cook," Angus said sitting opposite, "why do you want to study in this faculty?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

The Interview.

"Well sir, er Professor Plum sir, um, I like your reputation for excellence and its a nice looking campus. The course sounds like just what I want to study, and the chance of a scolarship is very attractive. But its also that here you give each girl, each student sorry, an Academic Counsellor. I really like the idea of having like a mentor to kind of oversee my development? My progress? I heard you're really good at that stuff?"

Katy was nervous, and hadn't expected such an open question this early. She was flustered and trying to remember what on earth she'd claimed in her Statement. At least she'd got up to shake the Professor's hand, to show him respect. Her schoolmaster tutor had told her that Professors liked to be treated with respect.

Katy had noticed how the reception lady and the Prof had both scrutinised her choice of clothes, and both seemed to approve. The blouse rather than a t-shirt was a good idea, and the jeans were nice and clean.

The Professor himself was dressed smart in his jacket and tie, he even had professor elbow patches! Katy felt herself trust him. He was so old, and wise seeming, a gentleman. Probably quite strict and would expect the most proper behaviour. She felt he might be a good person to be a Counsellor, but she didn't expect to get the Professor himself should she win the scholarship. Maybe that might be a good thing. She knew most girls used their first semester to dabble in all kinds of exciting stuff a gentlemanly old Prof wouldn't approve of!

But that was getting ahead of herself. First she'd need to win the scholarship.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus listened to Katy prattle on. What crap, he thought. He imagined someone had written her application and then prepped her to repeat the nonsense at interview. He was especially pleased Mrs Smithies hadn't showed now. The girl was even more wide-eyed and ready to share with him than she'd have been with a woman in the room.

And she wanted a mentor. An Academic Counsellor. They were allocated fairly much at random and he'd wanted to see what was on offer first before committing. The junior tutors usually took on the fresher students. But little Ms Katy Cook would do fine, he thought. She was engaging with him nicely, all innocently friendly and sharing, pushing her tits out encouragingly and displaying her red lips. He wondered if she was a virgin.

His first question got her talking, which she did at a rapid pace until clearly she forgot what she tried to memorise. Angus let her keep talking for a bit longer, just to get her confused and flustered and red-faced. He just wanted to lean over and undo that blouse. All the way for sure, but not yet. Slowly. A button at a time. Just one button, then lean back, his eyes on hers, ask another question, watch her reaction, let her talk. Thank Christ Mrs Smithies wasn't here. Just one button. Except she'd run from the room. If only the receptionist hadn't been here and it was just the two of them. Undoing her buttons until he could see the colour of her bra.

And then she paused and he came back from the daydream. He realised he was staring at her chest, toying with his own shirt buttons, undoing one and then doing it up. Angus wasn't usually so deeply engrossed with a scholarship applicant so quickly. She was clearly the one.

"Thank you, Katy, for that long answer. I can see how well prepared you are. Tell me a little more about your experience and your aspirations, and then I have some specific questions."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"My experience and my aspirations?" she repeated, buying time.

Thankfully the Professor was really impressed with her answers so far, congratulating her on her preparation which meant she must be sticking to what she'd put in the application, which was good. And he seemed to really like her choice of blouse which meant he recognised her good taste. But he wanted more detail. Hm.

"Well at 18 I don't really have alot of experience yet, since I'm an end of school applicant not one who's taken a year out, but um mostly I concentrate on school work and my swimming. I er think I mentioned I'm swim team captain? And I do some voluntary work visiting with older people cos I enjoy their company more than my own age group, so my time is pretty much taken up, and since it's an all girls school I don't have much of a social life, well not yet anyway.

So um, aspirations are mostly about learning to live and balance all I need to do, ya know the work-rest-and-play balance, but I reckon I'll take advice from my counsellor on getting that right."

Katy was warming up to her theme and crossed her legs the other way, absent mindedly plucking her red blouse away from her skin, toying with her top button without realising it.

"Yeah so I'm open to taking instruction and being guided towards my potential. I guess my main aspiration is to be all that I can be and get as much experience as I can while I can?"

She hadn't noticed that she was mirroring the Prof a bit, unconsciously trying to establish a connection and empathy to get the scholarship she hoped for. When he sat up straight, so did she. When he crossed his legs, so did she.

"So, um, specific questions ... what d'ya wanna know, Professor sir?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus was enjoying himself. Katy was pretty much a blank page on which to write. He watched her mirroring his every move. Legs, hands, eyes, toying with the buttons. As for what she told him, well it was all some 'I'm here to learn from you' dross written by whom? Her teacher? A friend? Her therapist?

He asked a few specific questions, what was her favourite subject? Did she speak a language? Did she volunteer? Did she live at home? Nothing particularly revealing.

And he took a punt. "I think we can safely say you've won a scholarship."

He watched her face light up. So joyous. So innocent. It was seeing the innocence change which really got him off. That and actually getting into their pants. But this would be a slow burn. It had to last the whole semester to make it worth his while.

"Which brings us to your academic counsellor. You know, the person to guide you, to learn from, the person who identifies your potential and gets you over the line."

He saw how Katy was still elated from the first part of his news. He took another punt.

"Yes," he said, "that person will be me."

Angus looked at her long and carefully, making sure not to break eye contact or convey any emotion. She had to turn away first. The faculty board would appoint the academic counsellor. But he was the professor, for fuck's sake. If he wanted the role, he'd have it.

"So," he said, "perhaps a tour of the campus is in order."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy was ecstatic. She wasn't over the top, didn't squeal in delight or clap her hands, just lit up like a glow lamp, as if rays were shining from her eyes to create splashes of colour over the walls around her.

She had won the scholarship!

Coming back down, she listened carefully to the Professor, needing him to be confident he'd made the right decision.

"Yes, Professor Plum, sir," she nodded, "I'd be, wow, honoured for you be my Counsellor, sir," she tried not to gush.

It was time to be more grown up. Katy was now a Scholar, and was to be mentored by a Professor, no less.

She must have nailed it with her clever answers provided by her schoolmaster, that and dressing nice and being polite. She could hardly wait to start College.

"I'd love to have a tour, Sir. I can't thank you enough. I promise I won't let you down. I'll be your best, most attentive student, following your advice and guidance. Thank you thank you sir!"

Her smile was of the purest innocent delight.

 

[ericrodman101]

Angus stood and Katy followed. He opened the door and gestured to Katy to go first, which she did. The space was tight and gave him an opportunity to touch her. Just a hand on her back, and as low down as he could safely go on first contact. The blouse was soft and smooth under his open palm. He could tell there was only bare skin beneath, no singlet or undershirt. He let his hand slip, trying to find the waistline of her jeans as she moved before him, but they were sufficiently low on her hips to be out of reach in the half second he had before a hand so far down her back would seem more than mere politeness. Still, he was able to leave his hand on her back all the way through the door and then turn her towards the exit.

"Just showing Ms Cook round the campus," he called to the receptionist. "She'll be joining us shortly. Lots to learn."

Angus smiled down at Katy as he spoke. She smiled back warmly.

"So Katy," he said, steering her down the stairs, and grasping another opportunity to feel the blouse under his palm. "Studying here is not for the faint hearted. It requires dedication and drive. No time for any distractions. You'll be asked to think outside the square. Sometimes you'll be asked to go above and beyond, if you get my drift. To do things that may seem strange, but which demonstrate your strength of purpose and commitment. Your total obedience to your teachers and your calling. Not everyone gets a scholarship to this college."

Katy walked a little ahead. Angus was engrossed with her back, her gait, the way her ass filled out her jeans and moved about so alluringly. He told himself to overcome the urge to touch her again unless it was absolutely necessary, and spent the time assessing the range of her body where he might touch her and get away with it. The waist of the jeans still seemed a chance, especially if she was climbing stairs ahead of him. And if they were particularly steep, he might even get away with touching her ass. Katy hadn't appeared to react badly to his touching her lower back, so that was clearly within acceptable limits. He thought about where were the steepest stairs on campus.

"This way, Katy," he said, hand on her blouse again, holding it there, firmly, as she turned and smiled. They walked along a winding path through trees towards a small hill. "There is a fine viewpoint at the top of this rise."

The steps appeared ahead. Angus's palm was sweaty. "No, you first" he said as they reached the first step, his hand reaching out to assist once more. "And about distractions, I can't stress how important they are to eliminate. Which is why I need to ask you Katy. Do you have a boyfriend?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh, no sir I don't. Not yet. I was kinda thinking all that stuff might happen once I got here, if anyone wanted to ask me out, that is." She didn't want to seem arrogant or assume boys would be lining up to date her. She wasn't very experienced at that kind of thing, but she'd heard the first semester was good for pairing up.

Katy did her best to soak up everything Professor Plum was telling her and showing her.

She had to concentrate hard on things like memorising where they were going, and what part of the college was in each place he showed her.

His Hand on her back felt warm and comforting, and also deeply symbolic. He was guiding her, both physically and metaphorically, and soon intellectually as well.

And giving her such good advice already.

"I'm sure under your hands Professor Plum sir I won't be faint hearted," she mentioned when she got a chance just as his hand happened to slip from her waist to her ass while he helped her up the hill, an unfortunate coincidence but nothing dramatic; she trying to use his own words as much as possible to keep that connection she felt was growing between them.

"I'm sure as your scholar I can demonstrate complete obedience and dedication, committment." She had no idea what he meant by going above and beyond, but just nodded wisely hoping to give the impression of mature wisdom.

"But I guess having a regular boyfriend might be a bit of a distraction, at first anyway?"

 

[ericrodman101]

"Katy, nothing is a distraction unless you let it be," Angus said. "But I like your commitment. I think we're going to get on just fine."

They'd reached the top of the stairs where they could look out across the campus. Having placed his hand on Katy's back several times on the walk, Angus did so again as they leaned against the rail. He kept talking to make it seem less calculated, less awkward.

"You can see the whole campus from here," he said. "But I guess you've seen it before."

He waited for her to speak, but Katy was quiet, just looking straight ahead as if signalling her acceptance of his hand, first in the small of her back, then dropping slowly below her waist.

"The most important thing about any course," he said, "is commitment, But with creative writing and drama, it's more than that. It's all about immersion. If you want to write and act you have to immerse yourself, totally. You have to show me that whatever I tell you to do, you accept. Whatever role I ask you to play, whatever guise to assume, whatever character to adopt, you will do so to experience it and explore it to the full. You might be Katy Cook today, but tomorrow, next week, whenever, you will be the person you are playing. And through total immersion, what comes out on the page or the stage is this new person, not Katy, but the person you want to be."

His hand was on her ass now. He felt for any reaction, but there was none. She seemed totally relaxed by where he'd put his hand. Maybe she was thinking about his words, imagining her complete surrender to the roles and characters they would workshop together. Or maybe she liked his hand on her ass. Or both. Either way, it was going well. She'd not reacted negatively, verbally or bodily, in any way.

"So let's talk a little about what you want to write. What roles you want to play. And I can talk about the roles which might suit you. Yes?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Hm, what I want to write? I've never been given totally free rein before, to write without limits." His hand on her ass had to be an accident. He must have meant to keep it on her waist and just let it slip while pointing out the view.

Katy felt it would be rude of her to say anything, after all he was a Professor, but also that any hint from her of rejecting him, even when it was just an accidental slip, might lead him to reject her as His Scholar. And she couldn't risk that.

So rather than make a comment, she planned to press back and move her hips a little to hint at where his hand was. Either he'd realise and take his hand away, or he wouldn't because he hadn't realised where it was. In which case no harm done.

Pleased with herself, Katy continued, "I understand what you mean about totally immersing myself in a character or situation, and I'm totally up for that," turning slightly as planned when she said that. Perhaps her telling the Professor 'I'm totally up for that' while rubbing her ass cheek against his hand was unfortunate, but she was confident he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

Katy continued, "I guess I'd start with what I know, so maybe writing about an inexperienced schoolgirl on her first introduction to a bigger adult world, with its different rules and expectations barely glimpsed? What roles would you see me in, Professor Plum, sir?"

 

[ericrodman101]

As they spoke, Angus felt for Katy's reaction to his hand on her ass. At first nothing. He wondered if she was so engrossed in their conversation, and he so light with his touch, that he just wasn't registering.

But then Katy talked about writing what she knew, an inexperienced school girl being introduced to the adult world. Angus felt his heart bump and surely, Katy rubbing her ass cheek against his hand. And that phrase 'I'm totally up for that'. If she wasn't signalling to him, this girl was one helluva lucky find.

An inexperienced school girl....hmmm. Well the first thing, he thought was to get her out of these fucking jeans and into a skirt. He held his hand limp, feeling her ass move against it. Then, with thoughts of how much more fun this would be with Katy in a dress and his hand feeling his way across her panties, he pushed his hand little by little between her legs until he felt the pressure from the top of both her thighs. And so must she.

"What roles would you see me in?" she asked.

Angus was so enjoying the feel of his hand between her legs and waiting for Katy's response that her words didn't sink in for a moment. No reaction, even as he pushed just a little harder, at the end of his reach, she must feel his hand there, lightly for sure, but unmistakably pushing her thighs apart.

"What roles....hmmm. I can see you have thought about this Katy. A girl on the cusp of adulthood is a universal theme. And obviously something you know well. We should workshop this. Perhaps we should return to my office and you can tell me more about your ideas."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Um, sure Professor, any way you wanna do this," Katy agreed, moving away from his hand that had seemed to get trapped between her legs.

How it had ended up there she couldn't imagine, since there was no way it was deliberate but it was difficult to see it as an accident. Katy was certain the Professor would be mortified if he realised where his hand ended up!

Of course, Katy needed help getting down from the little hill top, too, and the Professor was such a gentleman. It made Katy smile and feel looked after, appreciated. She liked the way he reassured her by touching her back and sides, even if like a typically absent minded Prof he sometimes forgot where his hands were.

As they walked back to the office she thought on his words, repeating them to her self. "A Girl on the Cusp of Adulthood." Katy liked that title a lot. Plenty of scope for interpretation. And she started to think aloud.

"I guess there are lots of ways that could go. I mean, there's the obvious, from my point of view, of not being under Mum and Dad's control, or rules, even. A freedom to make up my own mind, make my own decisions, set my own rules of behaviour. Then there's money; managing my own money, earning and spending by my own decisions. But then a bit of guidance from my Counsellor would be welcome there. And of course, there's clothes. Choosing what I want to wear, not to please my parents, but maybe to fit in with the more Adult world I'm joining. And then again there will be lots of things from an Adult perspective I haven't begun to think about."

Soon they were back in the office, and Katy was excited at the prospect of her first Workshop with a Professor; and she hadn't even started College yet!

 

[ericrodman101]

When the re-entered his Professorial office Angus directed Katy to a chair, with a hand in the small of her back of course. He felt that touching her was going well. She was not reacting badly at all. On the contrary when he touched her he thought he could feel Katy relaxing into him, pushing back a little even. It felt quite natural, even conspiratorial.

"A girl on the cusp of adulthood," he said. "When you repeated my line back it made me think we might be onto something. Yes?"

He watched her smile and nod, leaning forward in her chair.

"And when I said workshop, I was thinking not only of us talking," he said, "but of role playing. Do you like to role play? If we're really going to make this work through total immersion, the role play will let you live the lives you are inventing in your mind, let you really be that person or persons you are bringing to life on the page or the stage."

He turned away and took a book from the shelf.

"That's why I was really impressed when you talked about clothing. Choosing what you want to wear. Dressing for yourself is one of the first things a young woman does when she leaves home and strikes out on her own. It's how she makes herself anew, proclaims her independence, tells the world I am here and this is me. And because you will be experimenting and role playing all the characters you invent, you will be able to dress and behave and experience things on behalf of the characters and not only yourself. It sounds great, doesn't it? Not just a girl on the cusp of adulthood, but as many girls as you can imagine and play at being."

Angus handed Katy the book and watched her digest the title, 'The Fantasy Deck: Role Plays for Young Adults.'

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Counsellor session one.

Opening the book and startng to flick through, Katy said, "I've never tried role play before, but yeah it sounds a lot of fun how you describe it. Of course I'll take all the guidance you can offer, sir, and I AM ABSOLUTELY committed to total immersion your scholarship programme, like we agreed."

She went quiet for a moment as she delved into some of the ideas presented on the pages in front of her, sitting demurely with jean-clad knees together leaning forward over the book in her lap. So Professor Plum was really impressed that she mentioned clothing?

"There's lots of exciting extremely Adult ideas in here, Professor?" Katy looked up, full of innocent trusting curiosity, "But since you mentioned the idea, lets find something on the theme of clothing?"

She looked down again and flicked through a chapter called, 'Dress Modification: For Her - A collection of Role Plays for Adventurous Young Women, from Mild through Daring to Extreme.'

Handing the open book to Professor Plum, Katy said, "Some of these look pretty promising, sir. I know a few are really for dating couples in their bedroom, but others might be ok if you think I could make them work?"

While perusing the chapter Katy's jaw had literally fallen open. The mild suggestions weren't too bad, with such things as tiny skirts, hold-up stockings, heels above 2 inches, plunging v-neck tops, backless sweaters, bra and panty sets in bold colours, dramatic eye makeup, bright lipstick. The Daring section mde her heart flutter: micro bikinis, see through blouses, thin t shirts without bra, quarter cup bras, lace thongs panties, fancy dress of uniform (nurse, female soldier, police woman etc) or tomb raider or school girl or teacher or hooker etc, but she could see how they might work either at a beach or a party.

It was the Extreme collection that had her wide eyed. It had things she didn't understand or recognise along with crotchless panties, braless basque, leather body harness, silver body chains, nipple jewellery, labia and clitoral piercing rings, butt plug tails.

Most of the suggestions were illustrated with either photographs or drawings

Biting her lower lip Katy watched anxiously as the Professor riffled through the chapter she'd handed him.

 

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Angus watched Katy leaf through the book. He had all day if necessary. No need to hurry her. Let the idea of role play sink in. He loved how she lingered over the more daring sections of the book, pages he'd studied closely many times. He'd shown the book to scholarship students before, of course, just to test their reactions. And with only one complaint. Katy seemed to be so much more receptive. What a find!

He took the book when she handed it back. It was open at a fetish page towards the end of the book. Butt plugs. In so many colours. There was still a chapter to go - bondage - but there would be plenty of time for that too.

No, baby steps were what was required, even if Ms Katy Cook had flipped straight through to butt plugs. Take your time, Angus, he said to himself. Don't scare her away. And don't get another complaint. One complaint, the dean had said, could be written off as carelessness. But two...would be a pattern.

Angus flipped the book back to the front and found the mild chapter. He handed it back to Katy, opened at a page of frilly lingerie.

"Let's create a character for you, and a plot, then a plan for exploring that character through role play. Do you have a name you like? Maybe the name you always wanted to be called as a child. Or a fantasy name. Something a little racy maybe. Your porn name?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"My, my PORN name?" Katy stuttered blushing deeply. How could the Professor possibly know about that?

Katy trawled through her memory wondering if there was any way they could have met in one of the Adult chat rooms she'd been visiting for the last few years. But even if they had, surely there was no way he'd recognise her? He didn't say he already knew her porn name. If that's what he meant by that.

It was true that she often had fantasies of behaving outside the proper well-behaved lines of her normal existence, which was why she often visited those Adult Sexual Roleplay forums. But that was a different side to her, one that nobody knew about. And she kept it locked away inside not to interfere with the real her.

And if she told him her preferred SRP name, would he find her in those chat rooms? And if he did, was that a problem?

Katy was now thoroughly confused and out of her depth.

She gripped the book harder in her lap to stop her hands from shaking, and tried to supress the excitement rising inside her. Keeping her eyes down she thought furiously, the images in front of her of beautiful lacy grown up underwear and sleepwear. The silence was weighing on her. She had to say something.

Looking up briefly she suggested, "Well, sir, how about 'kittykat'?"

She used that name on line because it was part innocent, part playful, part a play on both her name and the word sometimes used for a hairy vagina, kitty. And it made her feel sexy.

Name, character, plot, roleplay. That's what the Professor wanted. But this wasn't a sexual roleplay, so she had to adjust what she knew.

"And I suppose Kittykat's character would be of a fresh naive inexperienced trusting school leaver, of reasonable intelligence and imagination, who happens to look remarkably like me?"

 

[ericrodman101]

Kittykat. Angus laughed inwardly. Perfect. For a moment he had a vision of Katy Cook starring as Kittykat in a porn film, a film like the ones he watched with the delicious fuckable Sophia taking all those cocks and still smiling through her violation. Would Kittykat smile? She would, he was sure. He looked down to see if his erect cock was showing. Better to sit maybe.

"Kittykat is perfect," he said. "I want you to decide what Kittykat likes to wear, what are her goals, what motivates her, who are her friends and her enemies. Kittykat needs a purpose. Look through the book and find the clothes you think Kittykat likes to wear."

He watched Katy browsing pages of lacy underwear and sheer sleepwear, her hands shaking.

"From now on you are Kittykat. Yeah? Katy Cook is forgotten. Consigned to the dustbin. You will eat as Kittykat, sleep as Kittykat, wash yourself as Kittykat, examine yourself in the mirror as Kittykat, shit as Kittykat."

He waited for her to look up in surprise, but she seemed engrossed, so he went on.

"Fuck as Kittykat. Who does Kittykat like to fuck? How does she like to fuck?"

Now she looked up.

"But of course, Kittykat is a naive and inexperienced trusting school leaver. She doesn't know about these things, this new life, except what she reads and watches."

Angus turned to his computer.

"Perhaps we should watch some things on the internet to see if we can find some things Kittykat might like to explore."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Katy was shocked, maybe even stunned.

She heard the words of the Professor but at first refused to register them.

But then with a sudden lurch of imagination she understood that this was now the Adult world, and Adults use Adult words to talk about Adult things.

"Um, I think Kittykat would like to dress quite Adult in the privacy of her own room, sir, and as that naive inexperienced school girl about to explore the grown up world, would probably just dip a toe in the Adult waters?"

She was thinking aloud while flicking through the book of suggestions. Trying to relate her own experiences on-line with her new character as Kittykat.

"I think she'd start with maybe a kind of video chat room? Where girls can talk on screen with any users logged on? Maybe watch a couple of performers before trying her own broadcast?"

Katy looked to the Professor for encouragement, and went on, "so um clothes, maybe she'd like a nice cute bra and briefs set, perhaps with stockings?" she held the book open for Prof Plum to see a young woman in a silky sexy scarlet set of satin bra and briefs with hold-up stockings, nothing too revealing, "And I think she wants to be liked, craves attention? Her friends are her audience, the people who praise her and say nice things about her? Her enemies are the competition, girls who might take away her admirers?"

Sitting forward watching the Professor finding possible material on his computer she was fascinated and drawn in to this idea of playing the role.

 

[ericrodman101]

"Kittykat," Angus said smiling, "I'm so glad you're taking this seriously. Yes, a chat room would be great. A room where you could watch and then perform. A place to meet strangers and lose your inhibitions."

He took the book from Kittykat. It was opened at a page of frilly lingerie, expensive and sexy, but not fetishist or risque. Angus turned to the next page and handed the book back.

"Maybe something like this," he said, watching her reaction to the spread of crotchless panties and cupless bras. "After all, when you perform for strangers, you want to keep their interest. Make them come back for more."

He selected his favourite internet porn site, Sophia's Fuckworld, the blonde German girl he enjoyed most nights who took any and every violation with a smile on her face.

"But now I want you to watch this," he said. "This will be an exercise in suspending your critical judgement, being shocked and accepting it as just another life experience. We'll both watch and then talk about what we've seen. And just to show me you're serious, Kittykat, I want you to watch it in your bra and panties."