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Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

The Philosophy of Human Sexuality - R. Conners An introduction to clinical, scientific, and philosophical of studies of human sexuality. Emphasis on contemporary research, modern medical and sexological understanding, and psychological and phenomenological insights into human sexual experience and behavior. Topics surveyed include sexual and psychosexual development, sexual health and disease, romantic love and sexual desire, sexual variations, sexual dysfunction and therapy. Charlotte Laveque had a golden opportunity to be a teaching assistant in one of the three recitation sections being offered in conjunction with the Philosophy of Human Sexuality . The course was very popular with undergraduates and was being taught by Professor Conners, who was the first in academia to teach what was seen by her contemporaries as a groundbreaking course in postmodern psychology. Charlotte had been chosen as one of Professor Conners teaching assistant, not for her grade point average or her overall intelligence, but for her oratory skills. Charlottes command of the English language and the breath of her vocabulary was equally impressive. On more than one occasion, Charlotte filled in for Professor Conner. If queried, the undergrads might have said that Charlotte taught the class with a competency equal or superior to that of Professor Conner. One other aspect of Charlotte Leveque over the professor was looks and overall demeanor. Charlotte was picture perfect for a 23 year old graduate student. She had long, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, big up on top 36D curvaceous with a relatively narrow waist 24 and perfect hips 36. With a derriere just big enough but not too big, good skin tone - naturally tan. With her perfectly pointed waspy nose and her small pouty lips, she was picture perfect. All natural too. Between Charlottes genes and being from southern California, it was hard to picture her as anything but perfect. On top of it all she was blessed with that girl-next-door look. There was something more to Charlotte Leveque that she was blessed with - m a t u r i t y. It was late August at the university, and a new crop of students filed into the lecture hall and went about the business of getting seated. All three teaching assistants were on hand, including Charlotte. While waiting for Professor Conners to walk in, Charlotte scanned the room. Her eye kept coming back to a young lady off to the side and in the third to last row. She could almost be missed if it werent for her long raven hair and her alabaster skin. The girls posture made it evident that she may have self-esteem issues. A regular wallflower of sorts. And with that Charlotte smiled.
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Professor Conners arrived promptly right on the hour and did her introductions as to her own bio and her tenure at the university. She promised a very interesting and enlightening class for the semester and was hopeful that these new crop of students would walk away having done more than learn something from mere textbooks. She was hopeful that a select few students would have a deeper understanding of themselves. By the end of the first lecture, Professor Conners outlined the students responsibility, which including showing up to their recitation section and doing all assignments that were further doled out by the teaching assistants. Periodically, Charlotte would look up at the odd young lady with the poor posture. The baggy clothes didnt trick Charlotte. She knew that she was quite undersized for her height. Then there was her face being covered by those black Of course, there was something about this girl. Something the told Charlotte that she would be the next one. When Professor Charlotte pulled down the chalkboards at the end of the lecture Row after row, there were scores of names that were assigned to each section. As fate would have it, Klea Hoxha was assigned to Recitation Section 103 - C. Leveque. The following Tuesday, Burroughs Hall, Room 205, The Philosophy of Human Sexuality - Section 103. Looking quite professional in her first class, Charlotte wore her white blouse and black pencil skirt that ran down to just above her knees. Of course, Charlotte always wore lingerie underneath, including a black garter and garter belts. The belts connected to a very sophisticated pair of stockings that were black with wide welt that had beautiful scroll work throughout. Charlotte also like her nylons to be seamed in the back. It was a stylistic choice as much as it was a way of showing she was sexy as much as she was serious in the classroom. Charlotte, almost exclusively wore heels and her 4 black pumps by Jimmy Choo rounded off the look quite nicely. Charlotte watched as one student, the wallflower of a girl with the black chunky glasses entered the classroom. She was quite early and Charlotte watched her take her seat. This time all the seats had the students name on them. Kleas seat was front row, right in the center aisle. Charlotte looked on as Klea stopped at her desk. It was quite interesting to watch how Klea was handling being seated at the front of the class. Charlotte had no idea who Klea Hoxha was up until that moment. Again fate brought these two women slightly closer to one another.
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

As she looked around the room finding her desk front and center, practically underneath the lectern, Klea felt her stomach turn just a bit. She almost certainly would be called on, sitting there, then all the other students would hear her accent, and start asking questions. She started feeling all the imaginary eyes on her as she sat down. Today she was wearing a pair of leggings that were too loose for her skinny frame, along with an oversized black tank top, which exposed the straps of her sports bra, a choice clearly made for comfort and not support, as her A-cups hardly justified a bra of any kind. A pair of ballet flats and a zip up hoodie that seemed five sizes too big completed the ensemble, the hoodie extending well below her rear. As she sat down she put the hood up over her messy bun, and buried her face in the text book again. As she read, she found herself having trouble focusing, the clicking of heels on the cold tile floor of Burroughs hall, kept bringing her eyes darting to, then back away from, her TA. Who dresses like that, on a Tuesday before noon?, the fair skin girl wondered to herself, finding it difficult to make any progress reading. She looked at the clock on the wall, still 15 minutes before class even started, Klea started to question her tendency to be chronically early, the idea of arriving late petrified her, but now she sat alone in the classroom, trying to hide somehow from the only other person there, and worse yet, she couldnt stop staring as the TA scrolled Miss Charlotte on the whiteboard. The name hung on Kleas mind, she wanted to say it, but she didnt understand why, her arrested development making it difficult for her to understand the simplest of things Klea had a crush. She returned her eyes to her text book, but all she saw were the big loopy letters of that name. Miss Charlotte, Miss Charlotte, Miss Charlotte, She thought over and over to herself, confused as to why she couldnt shake the name, then it happened. Miss Charlotte. The words passed over her lips so naturally, confused and breathy, not a question, though thats what she would try pass it off as, she cleared her throat, Ahh, umm, Miss Charlotte, um I was just wondering if you post notes in the classes drop box online? A flush of rose colored blood rushed to Kleas alabaster cheeks as she prayed she had covered herself suscessfully.
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Naturally, Charlotte was oddly fascinated by the the young lady who she now knew as Klea Hoxha. She watched as the girl finally sat down cautiously and hid her face in the hoodie that she was wearing and then buried her face inside of her textbook. Charlotte noted to herself that this girls ensemble could not be different from her own. Especially, the ballet shoes. Charlotte went about her business of writing a few things on the chalkboard, clicking and clacking along the way as her heels constantly hit the old wood floor. A few minutes later and the noise of her heels was broken by a low voice that was aching to speak with some air of confidence, but could not. Klea said Miss Charlotte. Ahh, umm, Miss Charlotte, um I was just wondering if you post notes in the classes drop box online? Click to expand... As Charlotte listen, she heard not only a weak sound voice, but a foreign one as well. She could make out that it was eastern European, but could not pinpoint the country of origin. Charlotte turned around to engage directly back with the girl, and she could see the struggling that was taking place how Klea was struggling to get the words out - not because of her being from another country, but because of her social anxiety. In some ways it was precious and Charlotte read between the lines, thinking to herself, Yes, this is the one. Im positive of that. Then Charlotte answered the girl looking her right in the eyes, Yes my dear, Klea is it? Yes, I do post notes on our dropbox account online. Why do you ask?
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Everything was going wrong in Kleas mind as the graduate student was now directly engaging her, she felt trapped, cornered in the large empty recitation hall somehow, as Charlottes heels clicked and now the California queen was staring right at Klea in all her sunkissed perfection, Kleas eyes wandered the blondes body, trying desperately to find somewhere to look that wasnt overtly sexual, eventually locking eyes back with Charlotte, only to find that she had the deepest, biggest blue eyes Klea had ever seen, framed by big black lashes. Thats when Klea realized Charlotte was staring at her expectantly. FUCK! She asked me something, the pale Albanian girl thought to herself, Think Klea, damn it! You have to answer! Kleas mind raced, it had to be something to do with the drop box, and the class notes, right? She bit her lower lip, she was so used to always having the answer. Then out of nowhere she blurted a humiliating phrase. I Im sorry, I um didnt quite, how do you um, catch that? Klea said letting her accent come out thick, her stomach twisted, she couldnt believe she was doing this, playing the dumb foreigner, she swallowed, suppressing her accent more now, Sometimes, I just have trouble, you know, keeping up with new people, Im sure Ill get used to your voice quickly. I Im sorry, I promise I wont cause problem. Klea froze, this time she had legitimately slipped, she couldnt understand what was going on inside her head, she blushed a deep read now. Er Problems with an s I wont umm cause them. She stammered, her accent fading in and out. Klea practically writhed in her chair, her heart pounding, her stomach in knots as she wanted to curl up inside her hoodie and die. She brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them, without thinking moving into the fetal position. She stared up at Charlotte through her thick black frames, in disbelief of what had just happened.
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Listening to the gibberish come out of the girl, all Charlotte could do was smile and toss out a giggle. She thought to herself, My, my, this one is going to need a lot of work. The other students filed in and Charlotte went about teaching what would be the first of many recitation classes for the semester. What Charlotte knew about herself, was that she was confident in almost a peculiar way - she was too confident, as if there were an older adult inside of her. The way she spoke, her mannerisms, her knowledge of the material. Its as if she knew the class better than Professor Conners. There was a heavenly lilt to her voice that carried and with her body type and good looks, it seemed as if every student, male or female was transfixed by Charlottes marriage of good looks and intelligence. After the class was over, Charlotte approached Klea. Klea, dont be startled. I want you to know that I am here for you if you need some help. Thats any help, even outside of the class. Here, let me give you my information. Charlotte pulls out a small piece of paper from a notebook...then jots down her cell number. You can get me anytime with this number. Even if you want to go out for a drink somewhere. She can see the girl still has her head down...Charlotte takes a sort of command over her even though it is quite innocent Look at me Klea, please. She waits for her to look up at Charlottewith her gorgeous plump red lipstick lips, she says to Klea, Anytime, understand?
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Charlotte had just removed the makeup from her face and brushed her teeth when her phone buzzed incessantly. She moved swiftly from her bathroom to her bedroom where her cell phone lay. Charlotte picked up the cell phone, and noticed an unknown phone number lit up on the screen. Having given her cell phone number to Klea earlier in the day, it did not take long for Charlotte to deduce that it had to be Klea. Once she opened the message, she read it and smiled to herself. Charlotte was wearing her pink, fur robe and plopped onto her bed reading the text message. quoteCharlotte'Hi, its Klea, Are you up Miss Charlotte?quote Charlotte knew this was the beginning with Klea a wonderful beginning a beginning of what would be a great amount of change for Klea. There was a warm glow on Charlottes face and she loved that Klea was referring to her as Miss Charlotte. A thought occurred to Charlotte, Hmm, she is already being given me a respectful deference. Oh, she is making this very easy for me. Clicking with her highly polished hot pink nails, Charlotte pushed out this simple return message. Klea, yes Sweetie, I am. What can I help you with?
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Even though she had sent the initial text, Klea found herself so startled when her phone buzzed with Charlottes response that she sent it skidding across the desk as if it had delivered he an electric shock, the phone skidded and spun off the corner of the desk and fell down a narrow gap between the desk and the foot of her bed. Shit! Shit shit shit! Klea exclaimed as she dug for her phone. What were you thinking! Klea finally managed to reach down with her skinny arm and retrieve the phone, quickly reading the message from Charlotte. The Albanian girl stared at the screen in disbelief, unsure of how to respond. If Charlotte had sent a riddle, or a math problem, Klea could have responded with ease, but this seemed impossibly complex. Im just having some problems with the sample questions Klea typed, looked at the lie, and deleted it. I think I might be going crazy Deleted. Do you want to get some coffee? Klea realized how dumb that sounded at almost a quarter to 1AM and once again erased it. Can we talk about it in person? Kleas thumb moved for the backspace key, but on its way, bumped send. Klea watched in horror as the words went from the text box at the bottom of her screen and became a word balloon in the conversation. She dropped her phone down on the desk, her stomach turning, her jaw dropped as she stared at the screen.
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Seated on her soft bed, what with its satin and lace sheets and the duvet made from mink, Charlotte sat there for a minute and awaited a response from Klea. Her cell phone now sat at her side and Charlotte was paying attention to her nails, as she did with many things related to beauty and fashion. Charlotte was young, and yes she was in grad school, but she was far from being on a student on a students salary. No, not our dear Charlotte Leveque, who had quite the generous trust fund which allowed her to live quite the lavish lifestyle. With both of her parents coming from wealthy families, Charlotte became the beneficiary of that wealth. The trust fund was money from her grandparents. Charlottes future was easy to map out - she would attain far more wealth after both of her parents moved on to their own afterlives. Charlottes fun buzzed and lit up. Can We talk about it in person? She pick up her cell phone and tap-tap-tap Charlotte answered the slightly younger coed. Text message said Why dont you come over to my flat my dear. Right now. Ill be up when you arrive. Im at 347 Downing. Im in one of the brownstones. Just ring the doorbell. Click to expand... Charlotte lived in the Harrington section of the city, not that far from the university. It was a very tony neighborhood that housed many of the citys wealthiest people in the most gorgeous three and four story brownstones that you can ever imagine. Charlotte happened to reside in one of the few two story brownstones, which was plenty of space for a young lady living in the big city.
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Despite her lack of fashion sense, even Klea wouldnt have normally gone out dressed in a pair of boxers and a white tank top, but at the moment it didnt seem to matter at the moment. Charlotte was expecting her soon, and ever delay meant she was being rude and keeping them waiting. She grabbed her hoodie and tossed it on, walking out the door with just her keys and phone. Taking a moment as she walked she pulled her jet-black curls from under her sweater. Post shower it had dried into medium sized ringlets, hanging down mid-back now, as she walked off of campus towards Charlottes home. The Harrington neighborhood was vaguely familiar to Klea, the families there couldnt be bothered to go to the butcher, so she remembered going with her father delivering meat on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning to deliver turkeys, hams, and prime ribs to the wealthy folks that lived there. When she grew to her pre-teens she began to resent the fact that her holiday had to be delayed for the rich, but there was nothing to be done about it, those high dollar orders kept the butcher shop open. Klea read the text on her screen over and over as she watched, as if some new, deeper meaning could be discerned from the few words there, not that she was attempting to find it, Klea found herself somehow just content that the words were there as she walked through the humid, full moon night in the city. There was no hesitation this time as she reached the neighborhood full of brownstones, zeroing in on Downing street. She surveyed the numbers on both sides of the street until she finally found a well appointed two story with 347 chiseled into its stone face over the entrance. Klea attempted to tame her hair a bit as she approached the door, the humidity had caused it to curl further, adding even more volume to it, absolutely consuming her frame. She did her best to knock it down a little before walking up to the door and ringing the doorbell. Then, at that second the anxiety found her again, her heart pounding, she realized she was a mess, in pajamas, her hair untamed, she wondered what she was thinking it was nearly one thirty in the morning, and she was meeting her TA in pajamas. She paced a bit nervously, then heard footsteps approaching the door. She swallowed hard, with no clue what she would say to Charlotte when the door opened.
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

The doorbell rang. Charlotte still had her pink fur robe on her which was also made of mink like her duvet. She searched for her 3 high heeled Marabou slippers. They were also pink although she had the same pair in about nine other colors in her closet. Once they were on, she made her way down the stairs, the click clack of her Marabous ringing aloud in the quiet house. Charlotte looked rather stark from her made up selve due to the removal of her makeup but still had that innate beauty that she was blessed with. Her blonde hair still looked fetching as she opened the front door. With a grand smile at this late hour she saw Klea in what seemed only like her black hoodie, her hood up and covering her face, and invited her in. Come in, come in Klea. Charlotte did not hold back with the girl and grabbed her hood and pushed it down, sort of like a dear old aunt would Let me take a good look at you Klea. Pulls down the girls hoodstaring at her long dark hair with its big curls, Charlotte sees the potential in front of her, then in her seemingly calm and sultry voice, she takes Klea by her hand and brings the girl into Charlottes very posh living room. Why dont you have a seat on the sofa and well have a nice conversation. The sofa is in the same French antique Louis XV-style furniture as is the rest of the furniture in the room. Besides the distinct moulding details and gold inlay leafy motifs, the sofa had a dusty rose color velvet seat and backing that was ever so comfortable. One felt like royalty when sitting or lying down on such a couch. How would Klea feel in such a sumptuously luxurious piece of furniture. Still in her same sultry voice and with a gorgeous smile Klea, is there anything I can get you first before we talk?
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

Klea stared up slack jawed, silent as Charlotte peeled back her hoodie and lead her to the living room. The situation was so surreal, the living room dimly lit by the old streetlamps outside, the light bouncing off various gold adorned furnishings making them appear to glow. This was, perhaps, the first time in Kleas young life where she had experienced true decadence, the quality of the furniture was so evident, the fabric against her thighs, the way she sank into, yet was supported her fully. Klea wondered if shed ever been so comfortable. She attempted again to tame her hair, brushing it back with her fingers as she unzipped her hoodie, letting it slip off her pale shoulders, then folding it onto her lap, wanting to feel more of the chair against her skin. The entire time, she had not taken her eyes off Charlotte. She watched the pink adorned blonde the way a moth watches a flame, entranced, unable to look away. Her eyes got wide as Charlotte asked her the simple question. Damn it! Just say No thanks you dummy! Klea thought to herself. Her lips parted, and she tried to force the breath through them, but it seemed impossible to make a noise. She tried harder, her voice finally cracking as she forced out, NN..No thank you, Miss Charlotte. She suddenly found it so hard to look at the statuesque blonde, Klea tried to make eye contact, but her eyes just seemed to dart away as soon as she got close. W..what would you like talk about? Klea stammered, her accent thick, the entire English language failing her as she tried to talk to Charlotte. Klea trembled with embarrassement, she wanted to dive through the glass window and run away, she wanted to curl up and die, but she just sat frozen, hoping, praying to every god she didnt believe in that Charlotte would disappear as she opened her eyes, revealing this whole night to be a dream. Klea tried to stealthily bring her trembling fingers to her thigh, pinching at the bare skin. Then her eyes darted up to Charlotte, who clearly had seen the whole thing.
Thread: Morphosis Of A Young Co-Ed  (Devilla roche x taffy_felice)

A smile grew across her face and then she let out a soft giggle after hearing what Klea said. With a sens of empathy for the girl given her mistake, Charlotte corrected Klea... What would I like to talk about?? Your about as precious as a little black kitten falling over itself. Then she pause with another giggle. Pardon me Sweety, but you called me at 130 in the morning. You said you needed to speak to me. Now, lets have it dear. What did you want to get off your chest.