Laura sat in her abnormal psychology class as Professor Timberlake rambled on. “What a douchebag” she thought. He always seemed to be a little too into his subject matter to her. He was a tall, good looking guy with blonde hair and blue eyes but there was something creepy about him. He made her think of those Aryan types. He probably had a large stove in his basement.
“Please stop by my desk on your way out to pick up your tests from last week,” he told them.
Laura eyed the stack of papers on the corner of his desk and dreaded seeing hers. She knew she had not done well. She was struggling in all of her classes. She had too much going on in her head right now. Her boyfriend had dumped her and she was homesick. She could not believe that she had moved all the way from Texas to go to school in some little hick town in Alabama so she could be near him. What a prick.
Laura picked up her paper as she filed past his desk and looked at it. Another “D”…well, at least it was not an F. She was still teetering on the brink of failure rather than being fully enveloped in the void. She was startled by the professor’s voice.
“Laura, if you need any extra help in my class, please let me know. I would be happy to tutor you some in the evenings,” he said.
Laura looked at him.
“Yeah, bet you’d like that” she mumbled as she walked off. He looked after her quizzically and went back to his notes for his next lecture.
Laura went back to the sorority house to get ready for tonight’s sister dinner. Every Tuesday, they were required to dress up and sit down to a formal dinner as a “family”. She had news for them, they weren’t her family. They were a bunch of fuck tards that she secretly hated. She was only in this sorority because it was deemed socially appropriate for someone of her background.
The Delta Alphas were a bunch of stuck up, spoiled bitches according to most of the school populace. It was mostly true. Laura had grown up in a mansion on a family compound in Texas. She had servants that catered to her and drivers that took her where she wanted to go. Her father had given her a new Lexus to drive while she was away at school. Most of the clothes in her closet still had the tags hanging on them.
Not only was Laura a spoiled little rich girl but she was anti-social to boot. She did not like anyone or anything. She had nothing good to say about anyone. Most people had nothing good to say about her either. She had only made it into the sorority because she was guaranteed a spot by her mother and grandmother’s legacy. The other girls were mostly polite to her but didn’t care much for being around her.
It did not help that she looked like a porcelain doll. Her jet-black hair was in stark contrast to her lily-white complexion. Long dark lashes topped off her pale blue eyes and full, pouty lips accentuated her face. At the age of 19, she was fully developed with a firm set of 34C breasts and a small waist that trailed down to a heart shaped bottom. Top it all off with a pair of legs that any dancer would envy and it was easy to see why other girls did not want to be seen next to her.
The only thing Laura lacked was intelligence. She was not altogether stupid but she did lack the finer skills required for higher education. Therefore, she struggled. She was able to balance out her low grades on tests by paying smarter students to do her homework and papers for her. If professors ever questioned the difference in work, she just laid it off on test anxiety and claimed that she did not test well. So far, it was working for her. The tests usually counted for more of her grade than homework, which meant she was scrapping by with mostly C’s.
Professor Timberlake’s class was an exception. His grades came mostly from his tests so she was having trouble getting the C she needed to maintain her GPA and standing in the sorority. She probably needed the extra tutoring he was offering but she just really didn’t care to be alone with the troll. In all honesty, she was as much attracted to him as she was appalled by him. She was pretty sure he might be serial killer though.
Laura finished getting dressed and went downstairs to dinner. As she sat among her sorority sisters, she realized how alone she felt here. Her mind drifted back to that last night with Kevin before he had left for school. They were in the pool at her parent’s complex long after everyone had gone to sleep. They were making out on the deep end of the pool and he had slipped his hands into her bikini top to fondle her breasts.
Wrapping her legs around him, she had leaned back away from him while he massaged her breasts in his hands, flicking her nipples between his thumbs and fingers. Slowly she had pulled back up towards him, kissing him on his neck and across his chest as he reached down to pull her bikini bottom off. Tossing it up on the side of the pool, he slowly slid his own bottoms off and entered her under the water.
They fucked slowly in the corner of her parent’s pool. She could remember how he smelled, tasted and felt. She could almost feel him moving inside her now and it made her feel sad. She thought they would only be apart for a couple of weeks. His school started earlier than hers start but was only about 60 miles away. Little did she know that this would be the last time he touched her like this. The next time she saw him, it would be for him to tell her he did not want to see her anymore.
“Laura?” she heard someone say, jolting her from her thoughts.
She looked up to see the house mother looking down at her.
“Are you okay Laura?” asked Mrs. Bell.
“Yes, I’m fine Mother Bell” Laura responded.
“Just lost in thought.”
Mother Bell, as the girls called her, was about 70 years old and a very sweet woman but Laura just felt she was nosy and had nothing to discuss with her like the other girls often did.
After dinner, Laura met with the girl down the hall whom to pick up a research paper for English that she had paid her to write. She collected the paper and returned to her room. You could always count on the charity cases that were on scholarship and barely made the cut into the sorority to do whatever you needed for some extra cash.
She got undressed in the bathroom and slid on a t-shirt and pajama shorts, brushing her teeth before climbing into bed. Being in bed at 8pm was sad she knew, but she just didn’t feel like making the effort to entertain herself for another 2 hours until a more reasonable bedtime.
Laura woke up the next morning and got ready for class. Sitting again in Professor Timberlake’s class, she found herself faced with yet another pop quiz. Fuck! How many pop quizzes was this freak going to give them this semester? Why did she take this bullshit class in the first place? It was supposed to be an easy ‘A” but it sure as hell wasn’t. This is all she needed, another failing grade to add to the bucket. As she finished up the test, guessing at more than two thirds of the answers, she knew she had to do something.
“Professor Timberlake”, she began as she approached his desk, “I am going to need some assistance with your class. I’m just not getting it and I can’t afford to fail this class,” Laura tells him.
The professor looks up over his glasses at her and smiles.
“I was hoping you would finally request some assistance, Laura,” he said.
“Why don’t you meet me over at the gazebo on the quad later this afternoon and we will talk about what you can do to improve your grade,” he tells her.
Laura did not like the look in his eye when he said it. There was something odd about this man and she felt a little scared but he was a professor wasn’t he? She would have to trust him.
Later that day, Laura walked over to the gazebo where she was to meet the professor. She found him there flipping through a magazine while waiting on her.