There had been care taken in her dress. Trainers and bare legs, a grey well worn skirt that was tight to her large bottom and halfway down her thighs. Old fashioned white knickers under. A v neck top to draw attention to her cleavage and bosom which was copious. A fully supportive bra and then just a little cardigan to button up if Helen felt the need. There was an actress in the young lady, a good actress if her amateur dramatics were to be believed.
Student Helen had prepared for her first meeting with her tutor, professor Oscar Gamble. These one on one sessions were scheduled to be weekly for a bit and then becoming fortnightly once a routine had been establish. The young lady was looking forward to the challenge.
Helen had never gone hungry. She was born parents who were successful in business and saw to it that she was well educated and had the best in life. In a way that brought a desire in Helen to challenge and seek to make her own way. She’d chosen to study psychology after which she had the secret ambition of moving into the law, probably because her parents had sought to skirt around the law to make their money. They wanted her involved in their businesses, she certainly did not! She had her suspicions but decided it would be best to keep them to herself.
Socially apart from the dramatics there was the golf club where she joined her parents and took lessons. She was happier though in the local public bar where she went with her quiet studious neighbour Sue who she had befriended for support. There she chatted and got on with the retired academics and the guys who lived for their next pint. She enjoyed the discussion and banter with ordinary folk whilst at the same time retaining her superior status.
Yes Helen was a confident intelligent girl, gregarious who networked well, never afraid to put her view forward. She probably scared the young lads off. She’d done the snogging with boys bit but it was the older knowledgeable men who took her fancy right now. She couldn’t stand immaturity or childish behaviour. There was a seriousness about this girl who everybody thought would do well.
At Uni Helen was moving onto the next part of her life, her past left behind. She would keep in touch with Sue of course and her parents would want to know how things were going. Succinctly of course for time meant money. They had though bought her a flat with the instruction to find a mate to pay rent. Of course!! that was money lol. Helen took their point though and had interviews lined up for interested persons. Just what did she want in a flat mate? What a question!
For now though it was a knock at the professor’s door and a sweet smile as she entered with brown hair down to her shoulders and brown eyes. A round friendly not unattractive face, particularly when ‘made up’. She wasn’t now though. She was natural, all natural!!!
Student Helen had prepared for her first meeting with her tutor, professor Oscar Gamble. These one on one sessions were scheduled to be weekly for a bit and then becoming fortnightly once a routine had been establish. The young lady was looking forward to the challenge.
Helen had never gone hungry. She was born parents who were successful in business and saw to it that she was well educated and had the best in life. In a way that brought a desire in Helen to challenge and seek to make her own way. She’d chosen to study psychology after which she had the secret ambition of moving into the law, probably because her parents had sought to skirt around the law to make their money. They wanted her involved in their businesses, she certainly did not! She had her suspicions but decided it would be best to keep them to herself.
Socially apart from the dramatics there was the golf club where she joined her parents and took lessons. She was happier though in the local public bar where she went with her quiet studious neighbour Sue who she had befriended for support. There she chatted and got on with the retired academics and the guys who lived for their next pint. She enjoyed the discussion and banter with ordinary folk whilst at the same time retaining her superior status.
Yes Helen was a confident intelligent girl, gregarious who networked well, never afraid to put her view forward. She probably scared the young lads off. She’d done the snogging with boys bit but it was the older knowledgeable men who took her fancy right now. She couldn’t stand immaturity or childish behaviour. There was a seriousness about this girl who everybody thought would do well.
At Uni Helen was moving onto the next part of her life, her past left behind. She would keep in touch with Sue of course and her parents would want to know how things were going. Succinctly of course for time meant money. They had though bought her a flat with the instruction to find a mate to pay rent. Of course!! that was money lol. Helen took their point though and had interviews lined up for interested persons. Just what did she want in a flat mate? What a question!
For now though it was a knock at the professor’s door and a sweet smile as she entered with brown hair down to her shoulders and brown eyes. A round friendly not unattractive face, particularly when ‘made up’. She wasn’t now though. She was natural, all natural!!!
