The Lotus and the Flame – Part Two

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Farida grabbed a sandwich before making her way to the library. She was so grateful for Anderson’s help that she was almost glad that Mrs. Barrington had taken sick leave. Not that Farida wished her any harm but she had been nowhere near as dedicated to her students as Anderson evidently was. In his lectures, the theatre seemed to come alive somehow with his passion for the subject in a way that Mrs. Barrington had never been able to achieve and she had certainly never promoted an open office policy let alone one-to-one tuition. Walking into the library, Farida looked around to see if Anderson had arrived but he was nowhere to be seen. She decided to stay near the doorway and wait for him to arrive, which he did ten minutes later. ‘Sorry I’m late, the meeting overran and I hate it when that happens. Let’s find a quiet corner so we can get started.’ For the next hour, Anderson ran through Farida’s work, pointing out the areas that needed improvement. ‘See, this paragraph is good but it needs tightening.’ Anderson moved the paper in front of him so Farida had to lean across the table to see it. ‘Sit here at the side of me then you can see properly,’ Anderson said, looking at Farida as if to challenge her not to agree. Although it made perfect sense, Farida felt uneasy about sitting so close to him but she pushed her unease down. This was her lecturer, a man who was going out of his way to help her. Moving round she took the seat beside him. ‘Right, so here are the sentences that need tightening.’ With his pen Anderson put brackets around them, ‘Can you see where I am coming from?’ he asked. Farida looked at him and nodded, ‘Of course.’ Anderson grinned. ‘I wish all the students were as willing and as conscientious about their work as you clearly are.’ Farida felt herself blush and Anderson watched as the pink hue flooded her features and he felt his cock stir. ‘If everyone was as intelligent as you, my job would be a lot easier and of course, being in the presence of someone so pretty helps.’ This time, Farida’s face flushed a bright crimson and she looked down at her paper to avoid Anderson’s gaze that she had noticed had suddenly deepened in intensity. ‘That’s a kind thing for you to say,’ Farida finally managed, her heart starting to beat a steady tattoo. She looked at Anderson and felt his hand on her thigh. He rubbed it up and down as if he was soothing a troubled child and Farida was so shocked by this sudden unexpected action that she was virtually paralysed. Anderson noticed the shock in Farida’s eyes and that look took his cock to its utmost length, pressing against the stitching in his jeans. Farida felt Anderson’s hand on the back of her head and he pulled her face close to his, so close she could smell his minty breath and the musk of his aftershave. She felt like she was frozen in time and everything happened in slow motion. She felt Anderson’s lips on hers through the thin fabric of her niqab. She tried to pull away but he just Escort side held her more firmly, his lips pressing hard against her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, almost penetrating the fabric. There was nothing she could do but kiss him back. Trying to concentrate on that, she felt a hand move under her jilbab and travel over her skinny jeans. Suddenly she felt his fingers on her zip and, in one deft movement, Anderson pulled it down. Farida tried to push his hand away but the more she resisted, the harder his hand rubbed against her. ‘Don’t fight,’ he murmured into her ear as she felt his fingers move within the confines of her underwear. Anderson felt like he was going to explode, he was centimeters away from Farida’s tight little hole. He stroked the lips of her pussy and found her clit and reveled in the fact that the action caused Farida to let out a small gasp. Oh, she wanted this. She might not think she did, but deep inside she was probably desperate for him to show her something different. Farida felt her head start to swim. This was not what she had been expecting at all and, as she felt Anderson’s fingers exploring her, she felt awash with guilt. Though this was wrong, it wasn’t unpleasant, but she had to get out of this situation fast and the only thing she could think of to stop him was to bite his lip. Farida’s sudden action took Anderson off guard and instinctively he stopped. ‘That hurt,’ he said, licking a small bubble of blood from his lip. ‘You shouldn’t have done that,’ Farida hissed, confusion filling her mind. ‘I’ve never led you on. What possessed you?’ Anderson took hold of her hand and placed it on his hard cock that was straining against his jeans, ‘This is what you did.’ Farida tried to pull her hand away but Anderson kept it clamped there. ‘If you want the grades and the result, we need to come to some arrangement.’ ‘What do you mean? ‘A frown furrowed Farida’s brow. ‘I mean, we can get your grades up to scratch while having a little fun ourselves. Surely I am not that repulsive and I could tell that there was an element of what just happened that you enjoyed. You kissed me back and that was very encouraging indeed.’ Farida adjusted her niqab and straightened herself out, more for something to do than anything else because, to a certain extent, Anderson was right. She hadn’t found the experience totally horrific; it was the shock factor more than anything else. In terms as to whether Anderson was repulsive, no he wasn’t. She had overheard a few of her female peer’s say that they found him really attractive but this was just wrong. It was wrong, not only what he had done, but also what he was proposing. ‘You want me to allow you to touch me so I can achieve the results I want?’ Anderson grinned at her, ‘I said we could have some fun that’s all and I know that underneath your covering, you are just like any other woman with needs. You are not telling me that you don’t look at other manavgat escort men?’ ‘This is just totally inappropriate and no I don’t look at other men.’ Farida replied. ‘I’m your student, I could get you sacked if I reported you tomorrow.’ Her voice trailed away as Anderson kissed her again, his tongue encircling the shape of her lips and, before she could stop herself, she responded. It was like her mouth and tongue felt compelled to follow suit all on their own and break through the fabric. Finally, it was Anderson who pulled away this time, ‘In this life, everything we want comes with a price. High powered job, the downside is stress. Lots of money, the price there is the fear of losing it. You are gaining a first with honours and also a sexual education in the bargain. ‘Now out of all those prices, I don’t think the one I am suggesting is the worse. Of course, you are free to turn me down but then the price would be the stress of wondering if you can pull yourself up to a first class with honours result on your own.’ Farida had been watching her hands clasp and unclasp as he spoke but, at his last comment, she looked up. ‘If I don’t agree, you won’t give me any extra help at all?’ Anderson sighed and shook his head, an apologetic look donning his admittedly handsome features. ‘I’m afraid I won’t be able to. I’m breaking so many rules meeting up with you and imagine what the other students would think if they knew. They would find it unfair.’  Farida knew that Anderson had a valid point and what unnerved her was that deep down she was attracted to him and that made her feel even more confused. Anderson pushed her papers back in front of her and took his jacket from behind his chair before shrugging it over his broad shoulders. ‘I’ll let you have a think about it; I wouldn’t expect you to make a decision right away. I have to cut our meeting short, I’m afraid. I have just realised that I promised to meet up with some friends for something to eat and, if I miss the next train, there will be hell to pay. ‘Feel free to stay. Try tightening up those sentences like I suggested and as far as our little arrangement goes, let me know tomorrow what you’ve decided. I promise you I will give you my all in terms of the extra tuition.’ He stood up and placed his hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze, ‘I will give you my full attention in more ways than one and, you never know, you might actually enjoy it. In fact, there is no might about it, I know you will.’ With that he walked away, leaving Farida with a mind that was so crowded with thoughts she thought her head was going to explode. Beneath her jilbab she could feel the impression of Anderson’s touch. Quickly she gathered her things and rushed out of the library, suddenly desperate to get home.’You are quiet this evening,’ Naeem said after they had both prayed and eaten. ‘Is everything okay?’ Farida felt herself burn with guilt under Naeem’s concern-filled alanya escort bayan gaze and she forced herself to smile, ‘I’m fine and nothing is wrong. It’s just my university is work getting to me I guess.’ Well, at least that bit is truthful, she thought.  ‘You push yourself too hard. We’ve all told you that we will be proud whatever grade you get,;it’s not the end of the world.’ Before she could stop herself, Farida jumped up off the sofa. ‘I mind. It matters to me what I get and you know I want the best. This entire “we’ll be proud whatever you get” thing is like you are not taking it seriously.’ Naeem looked like he had been slapped in the face. Farida never snapped at him let alone became so angry but her pretty face was now contorted with what looked to him like blind fury. ‘I was just saying that it isn’t more important than your health,’ Naeem said gently. ‘There’s nothing wrong with my health,’ Farida said as she paced the living room. ‘You look pretty stressed to me.’ Naeem shrugged and immediately regretted his comment. Farida looked at him like he was stupid, ‘Of course, I am stressed, it’s my final year, and anyway I’m going to bed. Goodnight.’ Farida had a fitful night’s sleep and she felt a small pile of resentment build within her towards Naeem which she knew was unfair but she couldn’t help it. How dare he dumb down the importance of my results, Farida thought as she lay on her back in the dark. She knew that maybe this blame she was placing on Naeem was probably her way of psychologically distancing herself from him as she wrestled with whether or not she could actually take up Anderson’s offer. Farida would never have thought that she of all people would find herself in a blame action loop situation and she hadn’t even done anything. However, like Anderson had pointed out, everything came at a price and, even if he expected something to happen every time they met, she had only five months left at university, such a small proportion of her life in the grand scheme of things. What were the most that Anderson could do to her in the British Library for goodness sake? It was wrong for her to even be in such a close proximity to him on her own, although of course technically he was just helping her with her work. But to let him touch her was haraam. Finally, she fell into a fitful sleep, knowing that she needed to make a decision sooner rather than later. Anderson didn’t sleep well either. His mind was filled with images of Farida and his body was raging with sexual urges. He was hoping, of course, that Farida would accept his offer. He had to wait approximately another ten hours but waiting wasn’t one of Anderson’s things. He was impatient and stubborn by nature and he was definitely used to getting what he wanted but Farida had been completely unreadable. Anderson felt his huge length harden as he pictured the shock and fear in Farida’s eyes. He should have pushed his hands into her panties. It was his only regret. Her skin felt so nice and smooth, her pussy lips perfect. Nice and small, perfectly formed; not all sagging like she’d been banged a thousand times, like his other bitches. She’d smelt nice as well, all citrusy and fresh. Anderson reached across to his bedside table and picked up a bottle of baby oil.

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