Silverwolf Pale Winter PT3

 Pale Winter 3 - Gambit.

Alyssa spent the next few days meeting her tutors in her various classes, grateful that only one was shared with her hideous 'boyfriend'. 

Lunch and breaks were a different matter though.

He constantly pawed at her, his clammy hands up her blouse or in her panties as she pretended to relish his touch. At lunch she had forced herself to endure his cum in her mouth, hitting her stomach like a nest of maggots as he bade her swallow.

The cafe 'date' turned out to be a pleasant surprise, quality Thai food in a decorous setting. 

Jerking him off in the car park after had been tedious, his blubbery lips sucking her tits sore until his gasping orgasm spurted onto her stocking clad thighs. 

In the days that followed Alyssa took every opportunity to flirt with his friends when he wasn't around. They followed her every move with eager, hungry eyes.

She laughingly took their proffered numbers secretly, making sure Alistair didn't find out. Meeting each for secret kisses and clumsy fumblings in out-of the way corridors and rooms. 

Soon all three of Alistairs friends were her in her thrall, willing to do anything for a flash of skin or a cheeky feel. 

Her opening gambit had begun.

The final lesson of the week was with the old Professor himself. She'd carefully prepared, swapping her regulation skirt for a much shorter one. Changing her blouse for one she'd carefully and painstakingly unpicked the stitching of early that morning.

All through the lesson he watched her, and she relished his attention. Ensuring her skirt rode up under her desk so when he sat he was afforded a perfect view of her neat bald snatch through the sheer black lace of her panties. 

At the end of the lesson she remained seated as the others filed out, soon she was alone with the elder Spencer.

Carefully Alyssa hooked a corner of her blouse to the carefully placed pin on the underside of her desk and stood as if just noticing that her classmates had left.

Colin had watched her throughout the class, glimpses of her pretty little cunt playing over and over in his mind. He pretended not to notice that she was the last one left and busied himself collecting his papers and books.

Behind him he heard the familiar squeak of a chair being pushed back, followed by a peculiar tearing sound and a gasp. He whirled round to see Alyssa had caught her blouse on the edge of her desk, ripping the button side seam open, exposing one pale beautiful breast sheathed sheer in black lace, the areola and nipple perfectly visible through the filmy material.

"Oh My God!"

Alyssa exclaimed.

He hurried to her side, pulling the material of her blouse over her exposed skin, brushing the back of his fingers over her soft Peak. He noticed with smile that she didn't flich from his 'accidental' touch. 

"Gosh, I'm so sorry Professor Spencer, I'm such a clutz!" 

"Nothing to apologise for dear girl, if you follow me I have a, spare shirt in my office, that'll see you home safely." 

Nodding briefly she clutched her ruined top across her chest and followed him out. 

Striking up conversation as they walked he began, 

"Rumour has it that you're seeing my son Miss Barker." 

"It's early days yet Professor Spencer." 

"Please, call me Colin". 

"He has been so sweet to me since I started here Prof.. Colin."

He held the door of his office open for her, then followed her inside, closing the door behind him. 

She watched as he opened a closet door and pulled a blue denim shirt from a hanger. 

"I keep this here in case I feel the urge to go for a drink after work." 

He proffered her the heavy shirt, 

"Not that that happens much now though." 

She draped the shirt over a chair and tore the damaged blouse from her body, exposing both pale mounds and perky nipples through her sheer bra, under his shocked, yet appraising, stare. 

"Ahem, young lady, are you aware I can see?"

"Well, you've already seen Colin, and I'm pretty sure the last thing on your mind would be a young slip of a girl like me."

"Actually Alyssa, you don't mind if I call you Alyssa do you? You are a stunningly beautiful young woman." 

"I don't mind one bit... I told you you could call me anytime... or anything... you want...". 

"Errr.. Why don't you join the family for dinner on Saturday, I'm sure my son would be pleased to spend more time with you..."

"Why I'd be delighted Colin, and I'll look forward to meeting your wife." 

"I'll send Alistair to pick you up around six-thirty."

"How shall I dress?". 

"We're informal at the Spencer household Miss Baker, as you please." 

"Catch you tomorrow Colin." 

He watched her shapely ass retreat, admiring her cat-like grace and fluidity of movement, imagining her nubile young body bucking and writhing beneath him. Damn, he better be careful around this little minx, he thought, no telling what might happen. 

Alyssa slipped out of the building and headed to the halls of residence. 

Her plan was moving swiftly, she'd better keep pace. The opening gambit has been completed, now it was time to expand into strategy. 

Her hunger was building. She was barely able to hold it in check now. Beneath her skin she could feel the shifting, squirming flesh aching to be sated. 

Time for an appetiser, she thought, and climbed the stairs to the third floor common room. She stopped outside the door, glancing around the corridor, they boys would be waiting inside. 

Alyssa slipped her panties off over her boots, shrugging off the borrowed shirt she opened her bag. 

Unhooking her bra she pulled out a flimsy fishnet croptop and pulled it over her head. 

Pausing for a slow breath, her hand reached for the door handle.