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[plainjane]

ooc closed thread with Marg-mom

I was trying to write my first book. I had notes and research in piles all over my little computer room, and couldnt seem to keep them all in order.

I decided I needed some help, and placed an ad for an administrative assistant type'

"NEEDED- very literate person to assist in preparation of a manuscript for submission to publisher. Call xxxxxxx"

The day it was posted on the college bulletin board where I taught, I had a phone call

 

[Marg_mom]

OOC:

You are so prolific, it took me a few minutes to find ours!

Sandra:

"Please, God", I begged, as I dialed the number from the ad. "Let me be in time. And, if some one else isn't in even greater need, let me be accepted."

As I listened while the phone rang, I thought how desperate I was.

Last year, my mother had developed heart problems. The hospital stays and medications had drained all my parent's savings. They thought they had enough to pay for everything for their 'Princess', but I saw the worry on their faces now whenever I returned home. Jenny, whose father worked at the town bank, told me they had already taken out a mortgage on the house.

I remembered how, for the first time I could ever remember, my father became furious with me. I had suggested that I should quit school for a while and help out. The hurt in his eyes, told me better than words, how worried he was and how inadequate he was already feeling. Without telling them, I managed to get a part-time job at the school library and another at the school cafeteria. Both met minimum wage standards, barely.

Further evidence of my father's worry was when he didn't challenge my lie, that I had applied for and been granted a scholarship that would cover my next terms expenses. Paying that loan back was going to take forever. Worse, the bank wouldn't loan to me because of my low income. I had been forced to accept it from a 'rich kid' in one of my study groups, but I knew he wouldn't have offered except he had been trying to get me to go out with him for almost a year. He only signed up for our lab so he could keep trying. I knew very well what he was hoping his loan would get him. He knew the expense of living in residence was killing me. So, he kept reminding me that he lived in a nice 2-bedroom apartment not far from the university and he would be happy to let me live there rent-free and 'no strings attached' - Oh Sure!

Sometimes, I wondered if I might have to reconsider my violent refusal of the manager of the 'just-off-campus' bar, who approached me, when I was shopping one day, with an offer of a job. "Your pick" he said. Waitress or dancer! "The guys'll come" either way and I'll make the money good.

Much as I new it would hurt my parents, I just couldn't see how I could last even to end of term, when a friend told me that she had seen an ad I might want to check out.

As a 4 point, English major - this seemed heaven-sent.

My heart sank as the phone kept ringing. Then I heard it picked up and a husky woman's voice spoke. Quickly, I explained why I was calling, then held my breath.

 

[plainjane]

Mrs Baldwin

"Sandra, can you come to my office? it is #403 in Meany Hall. Then we can meet and go over what is involved, and you can decide whether it is something you might like to do in your spare time. I casnt pay much, but my timing is very flexible. Lets see if we can make it work"

Soon thereafter, there was a knock on my door. I rose and tiptoed through the pileds of papers and unlocked my door. Sandra wasn't a raving beauty, but she was quite presentable, and I had already checked her references in the English Department, who reported excellent skills and diligence, and I was impressed with their recommendation.

I sort of skirted around what I was trying to accomplish, never having had to hire anyone before, nor for that matter, written a book before.

Her voice was lovely, and as we talked I became quite impressed with her too. I asked her to just generally tell me abouyt herself, and after she first started, the line of conversation evolved into her mother's health problem, living costs, and the problem she was having with the other student trying to hustle her

I liked her, and told her that if she took the job, if she wanted, she could live with me. I had a two bedroom apartment but lived alone and used the extra bedroom as a home office, and then laughed and told her there was an even bigger pile of rubble in there trying to get organized into the mathematics textbook I was trying to write.

 

[Marg_mom]

Sandra:

My heart was beating very quickly as I hurried to the room number I was given. The voice on the phone seemed very nice. A little abrupt, as though the person speaking was doing two or three things at once, but quite polite and articulate.

This could be perfect she thought. Sometimes, she had heard, there were research grants and students working on these projects were very well paid. If she got the job, she would work so hard they would never regret hiring her.

In her anxiousness, she hadn't wanted to change and shower, deathly afraid someone might get the job first. Just inside the Hall's entrance she put her books down briefly and smoothed her clothes, quickly brushed her hair and touched up her lipstick. Lipstick was the only makeup she usually wore; so, she felt as ready as possible.

At the door numbered 403 she did one last touch of her hair and skirt, gave a quick prayer, then tapped on the frame. After a brief wait and the sound of movement inside, I heard the lock being released and the door swung open.

The woman standing in the doorway, did not force immediate attention, physically. She wasn't exceptionally tall, although a little taller than my 5'4". She obviously didn't consider clothing to be her most important consideration. Neat and presentable, but certainly not a 'fashion plate'.

Strangely, as my gaze swung to take in the rest of her office, I found my attention returning almost immediately to her face.

"My", I thought, "what a remarkably intelligent-looking woman." I tried, but couldn't think of a better description; although, I detested that one - as though you could estimate someone's brain by their looks. Still, I was intrigued, and my second look also brought words like determined, bright, and finally pretty to mind.

As she invited me in and we wended our way around her 'files', I thought if I couldn't speak any more originally than I seemed to be thinking, I wouldn't have to worry about the position.

I found it fascinating to watch her animation when speaking and had some difficulty following all of her words. Now that I was close in a contained space with her, I couldn't understand why I had felt that she wasn't physically imposing. This woman fairly radiated energy and enthusiasm.

I was disappointed when she said that she couldn't pay a great deal. But felt a huge sense of relief when she offered a room.

I told her I would work very hard and would love the job. I waited for her decision.

 

[plainjane]

Mrs Baldwin

It was almost 5 PM. I said "Sandra, lets go get a hamburger and I'll tke you to see my place so you can decide if you might like to live there. Otherwise you are hired if you ant the job"

She smiled and accepted, and she picked up her books and I filled a briefcase and off we went. She told me she didnt have a car so that was no problem. We piled into mine and she put the pile of papers from the seat on the floor by her feet, and we started off. I kept lookng at her legs and feet and they wee dainty and pretty. I was lonesome since I divorced that jerk I was married to, who wouldnyt work and did nothing except spend my money and sit and drink beer in front of the TV. I thought it would be nice to have a roommate so we could have quiet evenings together and talk about our project

When she inquired, I had to tell her there wasnt any research grant, but an associate professor had to publish or they could never get tenure. Besides I didnt like the textbook I was using and could thik of many improvements, necessitating looking at a lot of textbooks and deriving exceprts I could use, with of course, permission of the original author and publisher. Thus the need for thr research and paperwork, which was pretty well finished except for putting it all in order and getting it typed and then printed.

With my teaching schedule there just wasnt time and energy left at the end of the dsy, and I still had all my papers to correct. I ewas glad she told me she was quite peoficient in math,and could help with that too. Thus I could make her a TA and get her a stipend from the college and reduced tuition which would help her a lot.

After a coke and a hamburger at the drivein, we arrvefd at my aparytment which wasnt much, but it was better tan the dorm rooms i remembered when I was in college, and she seemed pleased, especially when we cleared away the piles of papers and moved that out in te hall, so she would have a bed to sleep in. By now it was getting a little late, and she asked if she could just crash and bring over the rest of her stuff in the morning.

Then I knew she was my roommate, and she was already my friend. My heart warmed and I began to wonder if ever we would also become lovers I offerred to loan her a nightgwn, but thought in my mind how cute it would be if she slept in the nude.

 

[Marg_mom]

Sandra:

With a sigh of relief, I heard her say I had the job if I wanted it. If I wanted it? It was all I could do not to dance around the room and throw my arms around her. But I figured that wouldn't create the right impression!

When she invited me to look at the room, tonight and even offered to buy me something to eat, I almost started to cry.

Her car looked like her office on wheels. Piles of papers on the floor and seat. I thought to myself that I could really help this woman. As a bit of a 'neatfreak', I had found I was very good at organizing and cataloguing.

She seemed so easy to talk with that I had no trouble relaxing with her, although I'm usually quite shy and reserved.

When she spoke of being able to get me a position as TA, with the tuition reduction I started to feel as though I might survive after all. All thanks to this wonderful woman.

Her apartment was "quaint". The bedroom I was offered was larger than my dorm room and actually looked out on a small park. There was a kitchen, a living room, and even a small fireplace.

I loved fireplaces. They made me feel all warm and cozy. Would she let me work by it, if she weren't entertaining or watching tv, or anything?

As we cleared space on the bed, I realized it was almost ten o'clock. I didn't like the idea of walking back to the campus and then to my dorm at this time. Since she'd been so kind I took a chance and asked if I might stay over. I promised not to be a nuisance.

She seemed actually pleased at my staying and I wondered if even professors got lonely.

Although, I usually slept in my little baby-dolls, if I wore anything, I felt I should make a good impression; so, I thanked her and accepted when she offered a nightgown.

 

[plainjane]

Mrs Baldwin

I rummagted around in my lingerie drawer and fpound what i was looking for. A little orange number that my ex-husband bought me. It was as short as a baby doll but there wee no panties. Through the transparent fabric my nipples and aerolae showed through, and every time I wore it at his insistence, he practically raped me

I handed it to Sandra whie she was undressing and was down to her panties and bra. She turned her back and took off her bra and put it on.

Even this tiny blond showed through but she didnt know it, without looking in the mirror. Her little pink nipples showed as clearly as if she were naked, and I wanted to hug her and hold her and kiss them.

Somehow I managed to restrain myself though, and just hugged her and kissed her cheek, and told her to sleep well and i would see her in the mornng.

I went to bed with my trusty vibrator as always, not even thinking that she could probably hear it humming away in my pussy as I turned it way up high, and fell asleep thinking about her

 

[Marg_mom]

Sandra:

I waited a few minutes then thought that she must have forgotten about the nightie, which was fine by me.

Standing in my bra and panties, I was surprised when my door opened without any warning. The professor was holding a little orange shirt out to me.

I didn't feel that I could upset her; so, I said nothing about her barging in unannounced. I just thanked her and waited for her to leave. It seemed that she was going to wait. Maybe she thought it might not fit me. I turned to the wall and slipped out of my bra and put the night shirt on.

It was so light I figured it would seem like my baby-dolls anyway. I didn't usually wear the bottoms to them, but I certainly wasn't taking off my panties while I wasn't alone. I saw her running her eyes over the shirt and I guessed by the gleam there, that she was pleased that it fit.

Quickly, I thanked her again and climbed into bed. This time when she said good night, she left and turned out the lights in the outer rooms.

A short time later, while reading my Milton, I was startled to hear a loud buzzing sound. At first I thought it might be an alarm of some kind, but when it continued and she didn't come out to give any warning, I relaxed. Then I remembered where I had heard it before. At my aunt's place.

When I asked her she told me it was a foot vibrator. I guess the professor must be on her feet a lot too.

 

[plainjane]

During the night I had to get up and go pee. I went into the bathroom. and when finished, I turned off the light and exited headed back to my room. Suddenly I ran into something or someone in the hall. Still half asleep I realized it must be Sandra

Maybe she heard me and woke up too, but I apologized and she did too as we stood there in each other's arms in the dark. I led her back in the bathroom and didnt leave. Since girls often go pee together this wasnt unusual, and she dropped her panties and sat on the throne. When finished I handed her a wad of toilet paper to wipe herself, and she stood. She tried to reach down and pull up her panties but I wouldnt let her. While the toilet flushed, I took her again in my arms and commented about how cold she seemed to be.

]I remembered I had forgotten to turn on her heat or put an extra blanket on the bed. She hadnt complained, but she was cold and I had a nice electric blanket on mine, so I induced her to step out of her panties and leave them there, and led her into my room and put her into my bed and tucked her in, nice and warm.

Then I got in the other side and snuggled up against her spoon fashion, with my arms around her as she shivvered and then relaxed, saying how nice it felt to again be warm. I reached for my vibrator again and turned it on, She asked me what it was and I told her it was a vibrator, and stuffed it into my pussy again. It was a double ender, so it protruded up against her butt, and even in between her legs. She felt it throbbing and pushed back saying "that feels nice. What is it?"

My hand was cupped around her sweet tit, and i was kissing the back of her neck as I told her what it was for.

She said "Really?", and I offerred to show her. We pulled back the covers and with the light on, she saw me on my back with it throbbing in my wide open pussy, and moaning at the delight of the wonderful feeling. She watched in awe and I pulled it out, put it in my mouth and licked it off like a nice cock, and asked if she would like to try it.