Teaching Carol, Ch.7

Saturday afternoon, a few days later. It was pouring rain. I made my way over to Carol’s dorm and knocked, then let myself into her room. She had been sitting at her computer but jumped to her feet when she saw it was me. She was wearing dark yellow sweat-clothes with the university insignia on them. And her glasses.

As I closed the door behind me I noticed something different out of the corner of my eye. Her closet door was standing open, and fastened to the inside with pushpins, at what would be eye-level for Carol, were the panties she had been wearing when she came to my room. They had obviously not been washed, as the yellow stain in the crotch was prominently displayed. When I turned back to Carol she was smiling timidly at me like a student who was fairly sure she’d done well on a test but not positive.

I smiled back at her and said, “What a nasty little girl.” I thought that hearing that phrase again might be a turn-on for her and when I saw her close her eyes for a moment and take a sudden breath through her mouth I knew I’d been right.

“Take off everything but your panties.”

It didn’t take long for her to shed her clothing, especially since she’d been barefoot when I came in, and when she was done she immediately assumed what she knew to be my preferred position for her, with her hands behind her head and her feet apart. Her panties were some kind of glossy synthetic fabric in yellow-green with a lot of lace around the edges.

“Don’t move.” I walked around behind her and sat down at her computer. From my knapsack I withdrew my camera and connected it to her computer. I quickly loaded in all the pictures I’d taken of Carol the other night. Then I programmed her computer to show them, in chronological order, slowly segueing from one to the next, as her screensaver. I watched the entire sequence once to make sure it worked, then hitched my chair out of the way and said, “Turn around.”

Without changing her basic position she turned so that she was facing the computer screen…just as the first image came up: the shot of her, still fully clothed but tied to my wardrobe, with my underwear over her face. Carol had seen almost all of these pictures, of course, but only briefly on the small view-screen, and while she had been highly agitated. Now she had time to fully absorb each of the images as it filled her entire computer screen, lingered for several seconds, then slowly dissolved into the next.

I watched her face as the sequence progressed and noticed that almost immediately she had begun to breathe through her mouth. As she watched, I noticed her nipples begin to rise and harden, and I reached over and idly began to fondle her behind through the slick fabric of her panties. She seemed not to notice, so absorbed was she in the parade of images.

After she had seen the entire sequence twice I decided it was time to move on. I rose from my chair and stood between her and the screen. “Do you have a raincoat?” I asked.

She nodded and went to fetch it from the closet. I wasn’t surprised to see that it was a bright yellow slicker-with matching headpiece-such as a young girl would wear; her taste in clothing seemed to run that way. She stood in front of me, the jacket dangling from one hand and the headpiece from the other, waiting to see if they were acceptable.

“Alright, put them on.”

She did so, perhaps wondering if we were about to start another role-playing game as we had when she had been Miss Santiago.

“Boots. Socks if you need them.”

She returned to the closet and brought out a pair of shiny red calf-length rubber boots. She sat on the bed and quickly put on a pair of white knee socks, followed by the boots. Then she stood up and faced me again, waiting. She looked adorable in her rain outfit.

“You can take your glasses off.” She did so, placing them on the desk. “Get your purse. Do you have any money?”

She picked up a small red cloth purse from the table next to her bed and looked inside, then back at me.