Chapter 1

Our story begins with Nina nervously knocking on Gerolt’s office door. She takes a deep breath and enters, her gaze flickering between the professor and his desk before standing before him. Gerolt, sensing her unease, offers her a warm smile and gestures for her to take a seat across from him. “Now, Nina, you mentioned you wanted to talk about improving your grade in my class. I’m here to help you however I can.” He pauses, studying her for a moment before continuing. “One of the core principles of business, as you should know, is giving the customer what they want. So, if you can give me what I want, I might just be able to give you what you want.” His voice is low and inviting, a spark of curiosity in his eyes.

Nina swallows hard, feeling her cheeks flush. She clears her throat and leans forward, her posture straightening slightly. “Well, sir ... I was hoping we could discuss a way for me to make up the points I lost. I’ve been going over the material and I really think I understand it now. I just ... I need a way to show you that I deserve a higher grade.” She pauses, glancing down at her hands before looking back up at him. “I-I’m willing to put in extra work, if that’s what it takes.”

Gerolt’s eyes widen slightly at Nina’s last comment, and he can’t help but smile warmly. “I appreciate that, Nina. It’s important to be willing to go above and beyond,” he says, leaning forward as well. “And I think I might have just the thing in mind. You see, my social life has been suffering, and I’m feeling rather lonely. Can you think of a way to help me with this issue?” He asks, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Nina blushes even deeper at the mention of Gerolt’s personal life, feeling even more uncomfortable. “I-I’m sorry, sir ... I didn’t know I could help with that...” she stammers.

Gerolt chuckles, shaking his head. “Oh, don’t apologize, Nina. I’m just teasing. But I do mean it when I say I’m feeling lonely. I’ve been so focused on my work that I haven’t had much of a social life. You see, I’m single, and well ... I enjoy the company of young, well educated ladies.” He pauses, studying her face carefully before adding, “So, if you could help me find someone ... maybe someone like you, who is smart, ambitious, and beautiful...” he trails off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.

Nina takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She can’t believe Gerolt is asking this of her. “Sir ... I-I don’t know if that’s ... appropriate...” she starts to say, but he cuts her off.

Gerolt’s expression turns serious, and he leans forward, his elbows on his desk. “Nina, I understand that this might be uncomfortable for you. I’m simply asking for a few hours of your time, that and a little socializing.” He pauses, meeting her gaze directly. “If you’re uncomfortable with that, then perhaps you should consider taking the class again next semester. You won’t be able to graduate on time but ... that’s life.”

Nina bites her lip, still feeling conflicted. “Sir ... I don’t want to take the class again. I really want to pass now and graduate on time. I just ... I don’t know what to say...” She looks down at her hands, feeling helpless.

Gerolt nods understandingly. “I see. Well, I understand your situation. Perhaps we can find a way to make this work for both of us.” He pauses, thinking for a moment. “How about we start with an evening out at my favorite Italian restaurant. My treat, of course. It’s a nice place, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.” He leans back in his chair, watching her carefully for her reaction.

Nina considers this for a moment, chewing on her bottom lip. “I ... I don’t know, sir. That seems like a lot. I don’t want to get you in trouble or anything.” She glances away, unsure of what to say or do.

Gerolt laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, Nina, there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun. And as for getting me in trouble, I think I can handle that.” He smiles reassuringly. “Besides, it’s not like we’re going to announce to the world that we’re going out together. It’s just a casual dinner between two friends, and I think that’s all it should be.” He pauses, studying her face for a moment.

Nina swallows hard, her heart still racing. She takes a deep breath and forces a weak smile. “Okay ... I’d like that. Thank you, sir.” She hesitates, then adds, “I ... I’ll wear something nice.”

Gerolt’s expression softens, and he nods. “Wonderful, Nina. I’m glad we could come to an understanding. I’m looking forward to it.” He stands up, walking around the desk and pats her shoulder. “Now, why don’t you tell me where I can pick you up on Friday? We can make a proper date out of it.”

Nina takes his hand, feeling a strange mixture of nerves and excitement. “My parents will be out of town this week. I live at the north end of town. You can just come by my house around seven. Here is my address.” She pauses, mustering up the courage to ask, “Is there anything I should know about ... the restaurant?”

Gerolt takes the slip of paper with her address on it, glancing at it briefly before tucking it away in his pocket. “Very well, Nina. I’ll be there at seven sharp. And about the restaurant, well, it is a rather upscale establishment. Young ladies are expected to dress tastefully. That being said, a plunging cleavage is always appreciated.” He pauses, grinning slyly. “Just something to keep in mind.”

Nina feels her face flush at his words. “I ... I’ll make sure to dress appropriately, sir.” She takes a step back, still feeling a little unsteady on her feet. “Thank you again for your help, and for this opportunity. I really appreciate it.” She offers him a small curtsey, feeling more confident now that she has made a decision.

And so the week drags on uneventfully. Gerolt grades final papers and avoids his nagging wife as much as he can. Nina is studying for an exam in one of her classes. Friday evening finally rolls by, and Gerolt shows up at Nina’s door. He’s dressed in a sharp suit, his silver hair meticulously combed back. The scent of his expensive cologne fills the air. He knocks on the door, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness course through his veins. He’s never been one to feel particularly comfortable in social situations, but something about this evening feels different. He glances at his watChapter 6:59. Good. When Nina opens the door, he’s greeted by her youthful beauty in a stunning dress that hugs her curves just right.

Gerolt is momentarily taken aback by Nina’s appearance. The dress is the perfect shade of red, complimenting her pale skin and raven hair. “My, you look lovely this evening,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. With practiced ease, he pulls out a rose from behind his back and presents it to Nina. “This is for you. A small token of my appreciation.”

Nina’s breath hitches as she takes the rose from him. “Th-thank you, Gerolt.” Her voice is shaky, but she manages a small smile. “You look quite handsome yourself.” She glances back into the house, feeling a sudden urge to just close the door and hide away from the world. But she doesn’t want to ruin this moment. This evening feels so different from anything else she’s experienced. Nina knows something isn’t quite right with the situation. The way Gerolt’s looking at her, the way he’s dressed, the fact that he’s here at her house ... but for the first time, someone is paying attention to her. And that numbs her worries.

Gerolt offers his arm to Nina, and she takes it, feeling a thrill run through her as they walk together. He walks her to his car, a sleek black sports car that gleams under the streetlights, and opens the door for her. As she slides in, he closes the door behind her and walks around to the other side, getting into the driver’s seat. He starts the engine and pulls away from her house, the soft murmur of the engine filling the air.

Nina watches the world pass by through the car window, feeling a strange sense of detachment from her own life. Things seem to happen without much of her input. She can’t help but wonder what this evening holds in store for her.

Nina listens to Gerolt make small talk. Something about the rising price of dog food and the demographic vitality of 19th century Imperial Russia. She responds with polite nods and brief comments. She feels oddly disconnected from the conversation, as if she’s floating outside her own body. She can’t help but wonder where they’re going. The city lights flash by, reflecting off the wet pavement, creating a surreal, almost dreamlike atmosphere.

At last they arrive at Il Piave, a fancy Italian restaurant. They’re guided to a nice candle lit table in an intimate corner. The aroma of fresh basil and garlic fills the air, mingling with the soft sounds of Italian opera playing in the background. Gerolt orders a bottle of wine, and as the waiter pours it into their glasses, he leans in closer to Nina.”I hope you don’t mind if I picked the menu. I thought you might like the special. Goat cheese and cherry tomato pizza. It’s a fresh and simple delight.” Gerolt takes a sip of his wine, watching her over the rim of his glass. “What do you think?”

“It sounds wonderful.” She takes a sip of her wine, finding it surprisingly smooth. She hadn’t expected it to taste so good. She wonders if she’s supposed to drink it all. She looks at Gerolt for cues, but he seems to be studying her reaction to the wine. “It’s ... delicious,” she says, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. “I’ve never had wine before. My mom would never let me.”

Gerolt chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Oh, no, no. You’re fine. You’re drinking it like a proper lady. You see, when you drink wine, you’re supposed to savor the flavor, not just guzzle it.” He takes another sip of his wine before continuing. “So, Nina, how are you finding the program so far? You’re almost halfway through your first year, aren’t you?” Gerolt asks, taking a bite of his pizza. The cheese melts in his mouth, and he savors the tangy flavor. He glances at her, waiting for her response.

“It’s ... it’s really intense. There’s so much to learn, and so many people to meet. I feel like I’m always running around from class to class. But I’m enjoying it. It’s what I’ve always wanted to do.” She takes a bite of her pizza, savoring the flavors as Gerolt recommmended. It tastes so much better than the microwave dinners she’s used to. “And the people here are ... they’re really something else. They’re all so talented and driven. Sometimes I feel like I don’t belong.”

Gerolt listens intently, nodding as she speaks. He can relate to feeling out of place in such an intense environment. “Nina, everyone feels that way at first. It’s natural to doubt yourself when you’re surrounded by so much talent. But remember, you’re here for a reason. You were chosen for this program because you have something special to offer. Don’t sell yourself short.” He takes another sip of his wine before continuing. “Now, about your essay ... I’ve reviewed it again. You argued that to fight inflation, consumers should stock up on non-perishable goods. Don’t you think that’d be fuel for the fire? It could lead to even more inflation in the long run. Have you already forgotten about the great paper towel shortage from a few years back?”

“Oh, um ... yeah, you’re right. I hadn’t thought about it that way. I guess it’s rational at an individual level, but collectively, there’s so many factors involved that no one really understands what to do. I’ll have to rethink that part of the essay.” Nina feels a little embarrassed admitting her mistake, but she’s grateful for Gerolt’s guidance.

“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Nina. It’s a complex issue, and we’re all learning. Besides, you’ve shown that you’re capable of critical thinking. That’s more important than simply regurgitating what you’ve been taught.” Gerolt takes another sip of his wine, enjoying the smooth finish. “Now, what do you think about this?” he asks, gesturing towards the TV, which is currently airing a news segment about the economy. “Do you think the government is doing enough to address the problem?”

Nina glances over at the TV, her brow furrowing as she listens to the news anchor. “I ... I’m not sure. The government has been implementing all these measures, but it feels like they’re just treating the symptoms. It’s like they’re playing whack-a-mole with the economy. One issue pops up, they try to fix it, and then another one crops up somewhere else.” She sighs, shaking her head. “I wish there was a real solution.”

Gerolt nods thoughtfully. “You’re right. Politics often get in the way of making sound economic decisions. And with an election coming up, it’s only going to get worse.” He chuckles bitterly. “But that’s the world we live in, I suppose. At least you’ll have a good understanding of the complexities of economics when you graduate.”

Their waiter arrives with their pizza, setting it down on the table with a flourish. Gerolt takes the opportunity to refill Nina’s glass with wine, smiling at her appreciatively. “You know, Nina,” he says, “you’re going to have to learn to relax a bit. This place can be overwhelming, but you’re doing great. Just remember that everyone here had to start somewhere.”

“Now tell me about yourself, Nina. What do you enjoy doing in your free time? Any hobbies or interests you’re passionate about? I can see your mind is always wandering in class. I don’t expect all of my students to speak, but it goes a long way when their brain is turned on. “ Gerolt smiles, taking a bite of his pizza.

Nina feels a little embarrassed by the jab, but tries to smile nonetheless. “Well, um ... I like to read, actually. I’m a big fan of historical fiction. It’s just so interesting to see how people lived in the past, and how their actions shaped the world we live in today. It makes me feel connected to something bigger than myself.” She takes a sip of her wine, feeling a little more comfortable now. “And I also like to exercise. It helps me clear my head and keep me focused.”

Gerolt listens intently as Nina describes her interests, nodding along thoughtfully. When she mentions exercising, he can’t help but notice her toned arms and legs beneath the table. He feels a slight tingle of attraction, his eyes drawn to her delicate neckline. As he’s lost in thought, he spots a smear of pasta sauce on Nina’s cheek and, without thinking twice, gently wipes it away with a napkin, his fingers brushing against her skin in the process.

Nina feels the wine coursing through her veins, making her cheeks flush and her heart race. She giggles, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” She looks up at Gerolt, her eyes shining with excitement. “It’s just ... this wine, I guess. It’s really good.” She takes another sip, feeling more relaxed and confident.

“Oh, I think it’s more than just the wine,” Gerolt says with a wink, his heart beating a little faster as he notices the way her eyes sparkle when she looks at him. He feels a surge of energy and attraction that’s both thrilling and disorienting. It’s been so long since he’s felt this way about anyone. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. “Well, how about we split the check and skip dessert? I’m sure we’ve both had our fair share of fun tonight.” He teases, a playful glint in his eye.

Nina can’t help but laugh, the wine making her more relaxed than she’s felt in a long time. “Oh, you’re so funny, Gerolt. “Where do you think I’d hide money in this dress?” Nina asks playfully, tugging at the hem of her dress. “Maybe in the secret pockets sewn into the lining? Or perhaps I’ve got a little pouch hidden in my...,” she trails off with a sly grin, letting her hand drift suggestively down toward her thigh.

Gerolt’s heart skips a beat as Nina playfully flirts back. He stands up and moves behind her, lightly caressing her shoulders. “Well, I suppose there’s only one way to find out,” he says with a low, seductive voice. “But first, the bill.” Gerolt takes out a heavy leather wallet and goes to the counter to pay. When he returns, he finds Nina has gathered her things and is waiting for him. “Shall we, then?” he asks, offering her his arm.

Nina nods, her heart pounding in anticipation. She takes Gerolt’s arm and leans into him, walking unsteadily with him back to the car. The cool night air brushes against her skin, making her shiver pleasantly. “I really enjoyed the evening,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible over the sound of their footsteps. “I’ve never been ... adventurous like this before.”

Gerolt laughs, feeling a surge of excitement as they walk together. “Oh, I think you’re going to enjoy the rest of our time together, Nina,” he says with a knowing smile. “I told you this wouldn’t be so bad. You could almost call it private tutoring but better.” He leads her to his car, a sleek and shining vehicle that almost seems to purr as they approach it. He opens the door for her, helping her inside before climbing in after her. The air inside is warm and inviting, scented with the faintest hint of lavender.

Nina leans back in the plush seat, feeling the warmth of the car envelop her. As they drive through the winding roads, she begins to feel sleepy, her eyelids growing heavy. The wine, the food, and the evening’s adventures have all taken their toll on her. She fights to keep her eyes open, but the exhaustion is too much. In her naive mind, everything went well and soon she’ll turn in for the night. Gerolt, however, has more ideas for the evening. He parks in her driveway and carries her in his arm to her door. She’s so tired she barely registers what’s happening, her head lolling against his shoulder as he carries her into her home. He gently sets her down on her bed, arranging her pillows behind her back. It’s difficult for her to keep her eyes open.

Gerolt watches as Nina’s eyelids grow heavier and heavier, her breath coming in shallow gasps. He can’t help but feel a surge of desire well up within him as he gazes upon her youthful, innocent face. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. “Let me help you undress, Nina,” he whispers softly. “I promise it’ll be much more comfortable for you.”

Nina’s eyes flutter open as she hears Gerolt’s voice, her head spinning from the wine. She tries to focus on him, blinking slowly as she tries to make sense of what he’s saying. “W-what? Oh ... okay...” she manages to stammer, her voice thick with sleep. She tries to sit up a little, but her body feels heavy and numb.

Gerolt’s gentle fingers begin to untie the sash that holds Nina’s red dress in place, revealing more and more of her smooth, pale skin. He takes a deep breath, savoring the sight of her youthful curves as he works. Soon, the dress falls away entirely, revealing her simple yet enticing white bra and matching panties. “There we go love,” he says softly, admiring her appearance. “Much better.”

Gerolt takes a step back, his eyes traveling over every inch of her body. He can’t help but marvel at the perfection of of it all. At just nineteen years old, she’s already developing into a stunning woman. He starts with her face, noting the delicate features and rosy cheeks. He moves down to her neck, tracing his finger along the smooth, pale skin before continuing down to her shoulders, arms, and chest. Her breasts are full and round, with small, delicate nipples peeking through the lace of her bra. Her stomach is flat and toned, with the slightest hint of a six-pack that hints at her youthful athleticism. Her hips are wide and curvy, accentuated by the white lace of her panties. Her smooth, creamy skin is like silk beneath his fingertips as he gently runs them down her arms and over her flat belly. “You have such an incredible figure, Nina,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t wait to explore every inch of you.”

Nina feels Gerolt’s fingers tracing over her body, and she can’t help but shiver with pleasure. His touch is so gentle and knowing, it sends tingles through her whole body. She tries to focus on what he’s saying.”Gerolt ... please ... let me sleep...” she murmurs drowsily, her eyelids growing heavier. She nestles deeper into the pillows, hoping he’ll understand and leave her be. Her breathing slows, and her body finally gives in to the weight of exhaustion.

Gerolt watches as Nina tries to sleep, her breathing growing deeper and more rhythmic. He can’t help but admire the way her breasts rise and fall with each breath, the soft skin of her stomach expanding and contracting. He knows she’s exhausted, but he can’t help going a little further first. “In a second love,” he whispers, gently kissing her forehead. “You do feel tense though. All this running you do must be building up ... Let me give you a massage to relax you.”

Nina doesn’t respond. Doesn’t say yes. Doesn’t say no. That’s consent enough for Gerolt. He begins with her shoulders, rolling her gently onto her stomach. Her skin is smooth and warm beneath his hands, and he can feel the tension in her muscles begin to ease. He starts with long, soothing strokes, working his way down her back and over her shoulders. His strong fingers dig into the muscle just enough to be firm, but not enough to cause pain. “There you go,” he whispers, “let that tension go ... just melt into the bed...” Nina lets out a soft moan as Gerolt’s massage works its way down her back. The tension begins to fade away, replaced by a warm, tingling sensation. It’s almost as if she’s flying around the world, weightless and free. Her breath hitches in her throat, her body arching into his touch. She feels so relaxed, so at ease ... like on a sunny sunday afternoon after a fresh meal. “Gerolt...” she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. “please...”

Gerolt’s hands move lower on Nina’s back, kneading the muscles between her shoulder blades. He’s careful not to apply too much pressure, but he can feel her body responding to his touch nonetheless. Her breathing has grown shallower, her skin flushed with arousal. He takes this as a sign to move on to her thighs, then her calves. “Ahh, there we go,” he murmurs, feeling the tension in her legs begin to ease. “That’s it ... just let go...” His fingers dig deeper, massaging her inner thighs, brushing against the lace of her panties. Nina lets out a soft moan, arching her back into his touch. “That’s it, love ... just relax ... let go...” he whispers, his voice low and soothing.

Gerolt feels the last of the tension leave Nina’s body as he massages her calves. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of his heart. Until now, he’s felt safe. In control. He knows that if he goes any further he could lose everything. But passion slowly overwhelms his control. He carefuly unhooks her bra. Her large breasts spill free, heavy and perfect against the bed sheets. He can’t help but lean in, kissing her exposed back. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. Gerolt trails his fingers down Nina’s spine, feeling the soft, warm skin beneath his touch. She doesn’t seem to respond anymore. He kisses her neck, then her lips, his tongue dancing along her mouth with a slow, sensual rhythm. He can feel her breath, a delightful mix of mint and bordeaux.