Sandra (Part 2) - Sex Stories

Sandra (Part 2)

... hand on her shoulder and listened. She explained that she'd been falling behind in her linguistics and literature classes, and both those and her algebra midterm exams had gone rather poorly. On top of that, she had also been called into her academic advisor's office the week before for a &#034pre-probationary&#034 chat, and she'd let the whole thing slip to her s****r, who of course passed the information along to their parents. So all in all, Sandra was in a bit of a jam. It was pretty obvious she needed some tutoring help along with a shoulder to cry on, too. I took advantage of a pause in her unloading to jump in. &#034You know, I get it. And I want to help. But not here.&#034 Sandra looked back at me, not sure what I was suggesting. Then I asked, &#034Would you let me buy you a cup of coffee over at the coffee shop over on G street?&#034 She started to object, but I stopped her. &#034I know we need to take care of your classes, but right now I think you just need to get away from here. When was the last time you got off campus?&#034 &#034About three weeks,&#034 she answered. &#034Then why don't I get dressed, and we'll walk over to the coffee shop. It's a warm night, perfect for a walk. And I think you need a little break.&#034 &#034Okay,&#034 she said, a little hesitantly. &#034Okay, great. But, um, I need you to turn around.&#034 I grinned at her with my thumbs hooked in the waist band of my sweats. &#034Oh, sure,&#034 she said, and quickly turned her back. I ...

... grabbed some jeans and a shirt, slipped them on quickly, then stuffed my wallet into my back pocket and said, &#034Okay, let's go.&#034 I opened the door again and took Sandra by the hand, leading her out into the hallway. When we got to the coffee shop, we sat down at a table and just started talking. Sandra told me more about the trouble's she'd been having with her classes. I told her that I'd been having a bit of a hard time this semester too, but that it was probably self-inflicted due to my being more preoccupied with my relationship with Rena. I admitted that when she'd come knocking on my door, she had interrupted us &#034in the act,&#034 but said it was okay, because it was probably only a matter of time before Rena found another reason to break things off with me anyway. Sandra told me about some problems her mom and dad had been having for a couple years, and that her s****r probably told them about her academic troubles to deflect some of the anger away from her. The coffee kept coming, but was really secondary to the conversation. We just sat and talked until almost midnight, when even the coffee wasn't working too well to keep our eyes open. Finally, I paid our small check and left a decent tip for taking up a table for so long, and we started walking back to campus. Just like we'd done at the beginning of the semester, I walked Sandra back to her room. I didn't think much of it at the time, but we held hands the whole way back. I told Sandra I had a midterm in the ...