A Simple Kindness

by mattwatt

Copyright© 2016 by mattwatt

Romantic Sex Story: The job lost; the company bankrupt and suddenly Judy and her daughter Lucy were on the ropes and continuing Lucy's education at the university wasn't going to be possible. That is, until Professor Dr John Slade came along.

Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Oral Sex   .

With time that morning for some leisure, John Slade, that is Professor Doctor John Nance Slade, Extraordinary Professor of History and Literature, went to the union for a cup of coffee. It was one of the truly, in his estimation, good things about the union, indeed about the school itself, that they served such good coffee at the union. For him it would therefore be a triple espresso. He laughingly saw it and talked about it as ‘fuel for his engine’.

He got his espresso and saw, at a table in the back a group of his students. He went in their direction.

The school, a state school, was small enough to allow good relations between members of the faculty and their students. It was this kind of atmosphere that had John Slade walking, with is triple espresso, in the direction of the table of students.

They greeted him cordially, and responded positively, when he asked if he might join them.

Two of the girls were his students, Beth Carry and pretty Lucy, short for Lucinda, Wayne. The other girl and the boy with them were well enough known to him.

“So, how is everyone?” he asked, sipping his espresso.

“Fine, Dr. Slade,” said one of the girls and then added, with a smile, “Even though reading that stuff you assigned is a chore.” They all laughed at that.

“Hey,” he complained, between sips of coffee, “Give me a break.”

They laughed again and he joined them in the laughter.

The group of them settled down then to pleasant chat, as one after another the students left for classes that they had coming up. It left John Slade alone then with Lucy Wayne.

He had already noticed that she was quiet that morning; he thought ‘unusually quiet’ to himself.

“So, Lucy, how are you?” he asked softly.

“Oh, OK, Dr. Slade,” she said in a rather dispirited voice.

He smiled. “Well, why is it that I don’t really believe that. Is something wrong?”

(It should probably be mentioned that the smallness of the school and the atmosphere that prevailed there made such interchanges between faculty and students a more common than unusual kind of event.) Lucy smiled up at him then and said: “Oh, it’s something that my Mom told me on the phone. But I hate to be a complainer. I just don’t know what to do.””

“Well, if I’m trespassing or out of bounds, simply say so and I’ll back off,” he said softly.

“No, Dr. Slade,” Lucy went on, “It’s not that; I’m just upset.”

“Care to share?” he asked.

(At the time of this interchange at the student union, John Slade was 35 years old and had been on the faculty there for a good 7 years, since he’d finished his PhD work. He was a rather handsome man, and kept himself in good shape with his workout routine. He had curly, graying hair and a rather ‘rugged’ out-doorsy kind of face.

Lucy Wayne was petit and, he thought, gorgeous. She had dark hair that was kept short and kind of feathered, and had the body of a female athlete.

Of course, John Slade was very strict with himself about relations with students. It was an area of possibilities that he simply would never allow, not ever. Even though he thought that if the possibility ever were allowed, it would be Lucy Wayne that would attract him. He kept this information to himself.

He came from a fairly long line of entrepreneurs and business men. Being the only son of somewhat elderly parents, he had, from them, received a fair fortune. It was known to almost no one at the school but John Slade was pretty rich. He had a dab way with investments and had taken what his Momma and Poppa had left him, after their untimely demise, and seen it grown to a huge amount.)

“Her company apparently closed, went bankrupt. I guess it was a complete surprise. My going to school here has been a budget buster for us and I’m afraid that I’m going to have to leave.”

She was silent for a minute or two, and John didn’t press her.

“Since my father left, long ago, it’s always been only the two of us. At times a struggle, especially when I went to school.”

“No help from him?” he asked softly.

“Oh, no; just gone, faded. New girlfriend and all, I think,” she responded.

‘I see,” he said.

“I’m waiting for her now,” Lucy said.

“Well, I don’t want to be in the way,” he said.

She smiled at him and replied: “I think that, if there’s time, I’d like you to meet her. You’re so special.”

That made John Slade smile broadly, and as fate, or fata morgana, would have it, just then Judy Wayne was at the door of the union coffee shop.

“Oh,” Lucy said, kind of excited now, “There she is.”

John Slade was struck fairly dumb. There, standing in the doorway, was an older and, he thought, more gorgeous version of Lucy Wayne: same short dark, feathered hair, same lovely shape, though a bit heavier —- a fact which, he realized that he liked. Judy Wayne was larger in the bust line than Lucy. At her current age of 36, Judy was a real treat, though not young, hipless and blonde, as her former husband seemed to desire.

It was then that John cautioned himself to ‘behave’. “Don’t be treating the woman like a piece of meat,” he chastised himself. But he was impressed.

Lucy had gotten up from the table and was hugging her Momma just inside the doorway. John simply waited. Once they’d greeted each other, the wended their way to the table where John still was. He stood as they approached.

“Momma,” Lucy said, “This is my favorite, Dr. John Slade; I have him for history.”

Judy Wayne gave John a huge smile and extended a hand. It was all that John could do to not gather this lovely, dark haired woman into his arms. He cautioned himself again and took the proffered hand, more holding it than actually shaking hands with her.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Judy,” he said. “Your Lucy is a bright light around here, both in class and generally.”

Judy smiled and said a ‘thank you’, and then John, grinning at them said: “And I will leave now and cease to embarrass you in front of your Mom.”

He went for a short walk then and only encountered Judy and Lucy a bit later, as he came across them, as his walk was finishing. He noticed immediately that Lucy was crying.

John Slade was a man who prized and followed his instincts. He sincerely thought that they never let him down. Such was the case now, as he approached Judy and Lucy.

“Is something wrong?” he asked. “Please, please tell me to go away if you need, if this is something that I don’t need to know about.”

“Thank you for your kindness,” Judy said. Then with a deep breath and a sigh she continued: “It’s just that my company has filed for chapter 11 and I’m out of a job and, since the costs for school for Lucy was always marginally manageable, now those costs are simply out of the question. It’s so hard.”

By the time she was finished, Judy had tears in her eyes. Lucy simply stood there and held her Momma’s hand, as Judy made the explanation. Then John left them, apologizing for intruding on their difficulty.

“No, thank you for caring,” the older, pretty one, Judy said.

It was, for John, a matter of those instincts. It is true that the image of the beautiful woman, Judy Wayne, was somehow burned into his psyche. That information he stored in the very back of his mind and went on to what was right then important.

He went to the bursar’s office. There his friend, Ned Wilson, the school bursar, greeted him cordially.

“John, what can I do for the light of the history faculty today?” Ned asked.

“I have a favor to ask, Ned,” John said.

“Sure, speak up,” Ned replied.

John then explained that he’d like to pay for the fees owed by Lucy Wayne. He indicated that he was a friend of both Lucy and her Mom, Judy and would like to do that for them.

Ned was more than happy to comply, and it was done quickly. Then John left, being aware that Lucy and her Mom did indeed have an appointment with Ned Wilson to talk about their problem.

John also decided that he would let the issue lie where it was. He wasn’t going to mention it to either of the Wayne women. He’d just do what he’d done. He also made arrangements with Ned to continue to pay those fees. It was all settled between them.

Of course, Ned Wilson made it his personal task to be sure that both Judy and Lucy Wayne knew exactly what had happened and who was their ‘angel’.

Judy and Lucy were ushered into Ned’s office by a secretary. He greeted them in front of his desk, getting up from his chair to do so.

“Mrs. Wayne, Lucy, how nice to see you both,” Ned said, in greeting them.

Judy produced a wan smile: “Mr.Wilson, it’s nice to see you, though the reason is a bit difficult.”

“Well, let’s sit down and talk about it,” Ned said, offering them chairs.

They sat and Judy came to the point: “I’m hoping that we can make an arrangements for me to pay Lucy’s fees in some fashion that is easier for me. I’d hate to see her have to leave but the company for which I worked has gone into bankruptcy and I haven’t found anything else yet.”

She hesitated for a few seconds and went on: “I apologize for putting you in this position. Lucy’s education is very important to me and I so want to see it continued.”

“She’s doing a wonderful job around here,” Ned said with a smile.

Judy was obviously nervous and so, Ned hastened to get to the point with her: “Mrs. Wayne,” he began.

She held up a hand and said: “Judy, please; forgive the interruption.”

“Not at all,” he said. “But to the point: I need to tell you that someone has come forward to pay Lucy’s fees for school and has indicated that he will continue to do so. That is, if you don’t object.”

“Someone,” Judy said, obviously taken aback, “I don’t understand.”

“No, I guess not,” Ned said. Then: “Dr. Slade, John Slade from history has paid the fees and indicates that he wishes to continue doing so.”

Judy put her hand on her upper chest. She was so surprised by this. Lucy was grinning. She put her hand on her Momma’s arm and said: “Isn’t that nice of him, Momma?”

“It certainly is,” Judy said. “Um, Mr. Wilson, um Ned, can I talk to him about this?”

“Yes,” Ned said, “I don’t see why not; I don’t think that it’s meant to be a huge secret. At least not that I’m aware of.”

Judy said, more to herself than to anyone else: “I have to catch my breath here; it is just such a surprise.”

“Yes, I’m sure it is,” Ned said, “Do you need anything else?”

“Um, no, thank you,” Judy said, “Maybe where I can find Dr. Slade.”

Ned told her where John’s office was located and Judy and Lucy left his office.

“Sweetheart,” Judy said, “I think that I need to go and talk to Dr. Slade myself.”

“Yes, Momma,” Lucy said, “I understand. You know where my room is.”

“Yes, I don’t imagine that I’ll be very long,” Judy concluded, and, giving Lucy a kiss on the cheek with a hug, went off to find John Slade’s office.

She was at a personal loss about this. Being taken care of was not within any recent memory for Judy Wayne. She was, right the, almost in shock and trying to deal with what was really a tiny bit of salvation for her and her Lucy.

These were the thoughts that were swirling in her mind, when she knocked on Dr. Slade’s office.

He opened the door, surprised to see Judy standing there, and the flood gates broke for her at that precise instant.

She was not coherent; she had her face in her hand; she was crying almost uncontrollably.

He simply went to her, pushing the door closed and putting his arms around her. She surrendered to his care, letting it all overwhelm her for a few seconds.

John was somewhere between really concerned and totally pleased by this turn of events. He’d been mentally reviewing the image of this lovely, lovely woman and plotting to somehow get nearer to her but had not suspected that it would happen so quickly or so satisfyingly.

“It’s okay, just okay,” he said, kissing the hair on her head. That made her cry all the more.

“I’m sorry, so sorry,” she finally managed but he cut her off.

“No apologies, not one single apology,” he said softly.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she moaned and then, as though talking to herself only said softly: “Never, not ever with any one.”

“Yes,” he said, “I understand that but no longer.”

“No longer?” she said looking up at him.

It was all that he could do right then to not kiss her but he was determined to not take advantage of her vulnerability that way. He only smiled down at her.

“You’re so pretty, Judy Wayne,” he said.

“Am I?” she asked almost with wonder in her voice.

“Sure are!” he said, “Pretty, pretty Judy.”

She smiled through her tears, which he began to wipe away and said; “Guess we need to talk, now that my breakdown is finished.”

“Yes, talk,” he said. “Sit over here.”

In the corner of his office, he had a sitting area with a small round table and a couple of chairs. They sat there.

“I know why you’re here,” he said.

“Beside to have a breakdown in front of a wonderful man,” she managed with a small smile.

“Yes, beside that,” he said, giving her a grin.

“Oh,” she said, introspectively, “You make me smile.”

“Good,” he said.

“It’s just that no one’s done that for so long,” she explained. “He left a while ago and left me and Lucy on our own.”

“Sorry about that,” John said, “And can’t even remotely understand it. Pretty Judy is so gorgeous.”

“You’ll be turning my head!” she said.

“Good for me,” he quipped, “My only plan.”

That made her giggle.

“So, the fees,” she said softly, breaching the difficult subject.

“Here I need to apologize to you for brashly going ahead and doing that,” he said to her.

She smiled at him and asked: “I need to ask you why.”

“Why? Hmmm,” he mused, “Well, I really like Lucy; she’s a joy to have in a class room. Here at school we’re really a small and close knit community and know things about one another. She explained to me, reluctantly, I add, your changing situation and I simply decided to help.”

He stopped and looked at her and in a fairly beseeching voice said: “Please let me.”

He went on to explain: “When my Mom and Pop died, they left me so well off that you can almost put me in the category between rich and very rich.” He said this with a grin and a wink.

“Oho,” she quipped back at him: “A rich man.” She immediately put her hand over her mouth, as though it had come out by itself.

“Yep!’ he said in the same tone of voice, quickly getting her to grin again.

“A rich handsome man,” she added.

“Now you’re turning my head,” he said.

He swallowed and plunged right ahead: “Forgive me for this part of it but, Judy, I have to admit that I was bowled over, seeing you...”

He hesitated and she simply paid attention to him and what he was saying.

“I mean, and forgive my frankness, but I found you blindingly attractive. I apologize for having an immediate instinct to be near you, get to know you and also to take care of what might be bothering you,” he explained.

“Turning this girl’s head!” she said.

“Sounds good,” he interjected.

They were silent for a moment and he, making a decision, continued: “Okay, let me explain how this will happen.” He went on to explain that he’d be taking care of her school fees and be in touch about that, if it were okay with Judy. I will also put some money into her personal account to give her some spending. If you don’t mind.I don’t want to be pressing you or trespassing at all,” he then hastily added.

“Don’t know,” she said, grinning at him, “Might want you to trespass a bit.”

“Good for me!” he said, brightly.

“Have to think about this,” she admitted. “Going to go and talk to Lucy a bit and then go home and think about this. Simple ‘thank you’ seems so inadequate.”

“Not to me it doesn’t,” he said. “But you take your time with it.”

She got up and gave him an earth-shattering hug before leaving him there.

Judy and Lucy had afternoon tea a bit later and then Lucy said that she had a class. In fact, she went to Dr. Slade’s office to see him.

“Lucy,” John said, as she appeared in his doorway.

“Dr. Slade,” Lucy said, “A minute?”

“For you, sure,” he answered.

“I wanted to tell you where Momma and I will be having dinner,” she said with a grin.

“Aha,” he said, “I smell a conspiracy; thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Lucy said, “See you at dinner.”

“That you will,” he assured her.

“I think my Mom likes you,” Lucy said then with a grin.

Judy and Lucy got settled into their table at the restaurant in the early evening. They’d been having a lovely day with their visit. They were both dressed casual but a bit dressy. For Judy it was beige linen slacks and a blouse. It was good jeans for Lucy and a pretty tee.

Just after they were settled there, John stepped up and stood beside the table.

“Dr. Slade,” Lucy said with a grin on her face.

“Ladies,” John said in return.

“John,” Judy said then and, looking at her grinning daughter and a smiling John Slade simply shook her head.

“I smell a conspiracy,” Judy said.

“May I join you?” John asked.

“I think we’d both like that,” Judy replied and he took a chair at their table.

Dinner passed wonderfully, with all three really getting to know each other better. John was pleased; Lucy kept grinning and Judy simply blushed a lot.

John also insisted on paying for their dinner. Judy was disconcerted but pleased and joined Lucy in thanking him for the dinner.

The restaurant was near the campus and Lucy said, once they were finished, that she had some studying to do. They, all three, walked back in the direction of the dorm, where Lucy was.

As they were saying ‘good night’ Lucy hugged John and said; “Take care of my Momma; she’s the best.”

“I’ll do that,” John replied, kissing Lucy on the cheek.

He turned to Judy then, who was looking on and simply smiling.

“Have time for a night cap?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, “I’d like that.”

“My place, do you mind?” he asked then.

“That will be fine,” she said.

“I’ll see that you get back to your room,” he said to her.

She give him a smile but kept her thoughts, right then, to herself, for she wasn’t sure that she wanted to go back to ‘her room’ at all. That thought dominated her entire mind and the more she thought of it, the more she liked the idea.

Judy had a kind of impudence that at times flared to the fore with her and let her act semi-outrageously. She was noted for it, when she was in school and it made her popular, especially in her circle of friends.

It was that characteristic that dominated her thinking, by the time they were back at her room.

She turned to him and smiled. If he’d been in tune with such a smile, he might have known that it was all over for him but right then, John Slade was still innocent but not for long.

She corralled him wth her arms and said to him, lips to lips, as she kissed him lightly: “This is not because you helped us; not at all.”

“Not at all,” he echoed, and was grinning at her, as she brushed his lips with her own again.

“Not because you probably are rich,” she said next, attending the words with a lick of her tongue along his lips.

“Not because I’m probably rich,” he echoed. “I am.” he added.

“Goodie!” she said.

“This is because you’re sexy and I want to know what kind of professor panties you’re wearing, and I intend to find out,” she said next.

“Not wearing professor panties at all,” he said, grinning, and joining her in the game.

“Oh, goodie,” she proclaimed, “Rich and commando!”

He laughed but the laugh was cut off by her kiss.

“Not commando at all,” he said.

“Well, rich, yummy man, Dr, Dr Slade, I’m going to take you into my room and dress you in my panties. That’s what I’m going to do and then you’re mine to play with.”

“Your panties!” he said enthusiastically. “Wondered how I might get into your pants!” He was laughing by the end of then sentence.

“Yes, get into my pants!” she said. “My professor John in my panties; that’s who you’re going to be.”

“Making me over?” he said.

“Yes, into what I want for this lovely night,” she said.

By then, they were in the room and she moved him to the center of the room.

“Don’t care if this is once and done at all,” she said, licking his lips again.

“Can’t promise that at all,” he said, bending to kiss her.

As they kissed, she undid the waist button of her slacks. He felt the pants sag and stepped back to look. By that time, her slacks were down around her ankles and she was grinning at him. She was showing a pair of very pretty beige panties. They were thin and fairly transparent.

“See anything that you want to wear, Dr. Dr. Slade?” Judy asked.

He laughed.

“Get ready,” she warned him, “For here I come.”

Then it was the blouse off and, as he watched, like a deer in the headlights of a car, the bra was put on the pile with the slacks and blouse.

She hooked her thumbs in the waist band of the panties and pushed them down. Gradually, as he watched every movement, her pretty nest of dark brown, curly pussy hair came into view.

“Do you like, Dr Dr Slade?” she asked.

“Yes, yes,” he rasped. “Don’t like shaved women at all. Pretty pussy on you.”

“Mmmmmm, now you can see it better,” she said, pushing the panties all the way off.

He simply stood there and stared at her.

“Gorgeous,” he said, “Exciting, enchanting and gorgeous.”

She made a happy throat noise and jumped at him, ensnaring him and kissing him. She took one of his arms from around her neck and pushed it down until it rested on her ass cheeks.

He moved his other arm and had a cheek in each hand, bouncing them, separating them and pinching them a bit.

“Mmmmmmm,” she said reaching out and with a ‘Now you’ unbuttoned his shirt, getting it out of the way and then his tee shirt. He kicked off his loafers and removed his socks, and she was busy with the belt on his pants. Then the pants were down and off.

He was wearing a thigh length pair of CK white briefs, very soft feeling and attractive.

“These are for me,” she declared and pulled his CK’s down and off, giving the head of his erecting penis a kiss, as she did.

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