Samuel's Mirror

Kate Hallsworth was a petit young woman with big ambitions. Her short, slim stature hid a very focused personality. Eldest of three siblings, she set herself goals and generally attained them. She had her mind set on becoming a lawyer from an early age. Her father was a partner in a small town law firm and she saw it as her destiny to follow him.

While not extremely intelligent, Kate was a diligent worker and got good grades in High School. Her marks were high enough to get her accepted into a good College, where her first year was pre-law. This put her in competition with many other hard working late teens, who saw their destiny as being a Lawyer. Not all could go through, so competition was fierce.

Kate was prim and proper in her presentation and in High School wore her dark hair tied tightly back. She was very organised, and prior to leaving for College did two things. First she broke up with her long-time boyfriend, Roger, who remained back in their home town. They had gone together for three years, through to the end of High School. It was only near the end, once they had turned 18 years old, that the couple had graduated to having full sex. While Kate had enjoyed this, she wasn't the type of young woman who desperately needed a man and she had no regrets about heading onto College as a single woman.

The second action Kate took, was to cut short and style her dark hair. She did this the day before she departed her home town and was very pleased with the result. She felt it made her look older and more professional.

Initially, accommodation in the College Hostel suited Kate just fine at first. She was paired with Mary-Anne Basher whose company she enjoyed. Mary-Anne was also trying to get accepted into law and, like Kate, appeared willing to work hard to get there. However she soon acquired a boyfriend and this caused Kate some angst.

Kate had few friends and didn't actively seek them out. She was very single minded in her desire to graduate in law and return to her home town to live and work. One regular support she did have was a third year Law student, Amanda, whose role it was to mentor Kate.

Early in the year Kate's hard work paid off. She began to accumulate the 'A' pass marks she required in order to move into Law in her second year. Being a pretty girl with a slim figure she was asked out a couple of times. Each time she declined.

"There'll be plenty of time for relationships once I've made it into Law," she told herself.

The only time she felt a little drawn in this direction was when talking to Mary Anne, who was very much enjoying her relationship with a boy two years older. Her room-mate didn't tell all, but said enough at times to cause Kate to become just a little aroused.

As the year moved on the only paper of some concern to Kate was Political Science. This involved two lectures and one tutorial a week. In one early essay, Kate got a 'B-' and this horrified the straight 'A' student.

"I can't understand it," she complained to Mary Anne.

"You said you were struggling to get on his wavelength," her room-mate replied, referring to their lecturer, Professor Deacon. He was the Head of the faculty.

"Well yeah, but..."

Kate knew this was the truth. She was struggling to grasp the subject and this greatly concerned her.

"Why don't you talk to your Tutor? It's his job to help you through. What's his name again?"

"Samuel," said Kate, thinking about the tall, broad shouldered, African American, who took five of them in his tutorial once a week. "I dunno, he just doesn't seem that approachable to me. Maybe I'll talk to Amanda about it."

Samuel seemed intelligent, but Kate found him quite arrogant. He had told them he had been at the College many years and eventually intended to become a Professor. He said that Professor Deacon mentored him. In addition he shaved his head balled and this merely went to accentuate Kate's impression of him

By the time Kate spoke to Amanda over a week later, she had submitted a second essay to Professor Deacon to see if she was on the correct track. His feedback caused her further angst. He told her; once again, it was merely a 'C+', at best. Now she was really concerned. Despite the many A's she was receiving in other papers, a continuation of these lower marks would certainly see her miss moving onto Law, in her second year.

"You need to talk to Samuel," Amanda told her, just as her roommate had. "He has helped others in previous years and they always pass."

"I just find him hard to talk too," replied Kate.

"Why? Because he's six foot, black and bald? You don't need to talk much; you merely need to say you want to pass with an 'A'. He'll do the rest."

"Really?" said Kate in disbelief.

"Yes; but he won't do it for free. It'll cost you."

"I don't have much money. I guess I could ask Dad. How much do you think?"

"Not money," said Amanda looking directly at Kate, without emotion.

When she gave a puzzled look, Amanda quickly dropped her eyes down Kate's body and then back up to her face. At first Kate was uncertain, but then it began to dawn on her.

"You mean..."

Amanda quickly raised her eyebrows.

"No, I couldn't do that," was Kate's, initial reaction.

"You will if you want to pass with top marks. And he'll get you top marks, but you have to meet his price."

There was a full minute's silence, while Amanda let Kate dwell on what she had told her.

"How do you know all this, about Samuel?" Kate finally asked.

"I just know," said Amanda and Kate thought she blushed slightly. "He doesn't publicise such things and he is very cautious in making arrangements. Very cautious. But, once you agree to his terms it's not unenjoyable. Maybe a little humiliating for you. It depends how you treat the experience. But in the end you get your mark and that's what you want. Right?"

"Yeah; I guess."

Kate had now overcome her initial shock and returned to weighing up matters in a pragmatic manner.

"She means sex," Kate thought to herself. "I'd have to have sex with Samuel. In order to get my marks up, I need to sleep with that big black man. Can I do that?"

"You can tell him I said to come to him about help with your essay," Amanda said, butting into her thoughts. "If you don't mention someone he'll be very suspicious and likely rebuff you. Anyway, I'm in my third year of Law and doing just fine. At the moment you're not even going to make your first year. You think about that."

Kate decided right then that she would approach Samuel for help.

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"Amanda told me you might be able to help me write my essay," Kate said quietly to Samuel, after waiting to see him following the next tutorial.

Her heart was beating fast, both from the request she was making and the need to be alone with the man. Kate felt he had a real presence about him. She struggled to maintain eye contact as he stared down at her.

"Amanda said that, did she?"

"Yeah."

"Well; Amanda's not got that quite right. Did Amanda tell you what was involved?"

"Yeah kind of."

"Well I have run my eyes over student's work in the past, but only students I have a close relationship with. We don't have any relationship right now. You don't seem that friendly to me. In fact I've had the impression you're a bit up yourself," he said, turning to walk to the door.

Kate was taken aback. It had been humiliating and nerve wracking enough in approaching this arrogant man; she couldn't let him slip away. She walked swiftly after him and grabbed his arm. Now she looked up at him, holding his gaze and doing her best to smile.

I..., I ..., can be friendly. It's just that..., just that I'm a little overawed by you. That's all," she said falling over her words, disgusted in herself that she'd have to speak this way to him.

Samuel stopped walking.

"Yes! That got him," thought Kate. "Appeal to his male arrogance."

"We need to get to know each other better," he said, now turning to smile down at her, making her very conscious of their size difference. "What about at the Millwood Pools, you know it?"

"No, but I could find it."

"Well I go there to do laps in the evening. I'll be finished at 6pm tomorrow. Meet me in the lap pool. Do you have a swimsuit?"

"No; no I don't."

"Well you won't get in without wearing one. Go and buy a nice bikini. Blue, sheer; one that ties at the side."

"Ok," said Kate, quite taken aback by his explicit instruction.

"Good; I'll see you there at six tomorrow. We'll talk, get to know each other better, and discuss political science essays. Oh, and don't forget to bring your draft essay."

"Christ, what am I getting myself into," thought Kate as the tall black man turned and strode quickly through the door.

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That evening Kate could barely concentrate on her studies. Mary-Anne was absent, but for once Kate would have preferred her there to talk things through. She was most perplexed about the need to go to the pool in a bikini.

"Does he want to check the chattels before buying?" she wondered.

Then her mind turned to his physique. His sheer size and his blackness. Her boyfriend had been a small, white American boy, with a distinctly non-threatening persona. That was the type she preferred. Samuel's large physical presence intimidated her.

The next morning Mary-Anne returned to their room and dispelled any doubt in Kate's mind.

"I'm quitting Law," she told Kate.

"No way; you're doing so well."

"It's too much work and there's too much competition. I can't be bothered with it. I'm changing to History."

"What a quitter," thought Kate. "She hasn't got what it takes. All she wants is a boyfriend. That's not me. I'll do whatever it takes."

With that thought in mind, she used her late start to head down to the shops and purchase her swim costume.

The shop assistant wanted Kate to try on a number of items, but Kate immediately saw what she was after. A pale blue bikini, with sheer bra cups and a lower part which tied at the sides.

"Perfect," said Kate showing it off to the assistant, while admiring herself in the mirror.

It showed off her small, tight figure to good effect. It was risqué, but would start any red blooded male's heart racing. She pushed up her pert breasts wishing they were a little larger.

"Not much I can do about that," she thought. "Still I can at least lift them and any bigger would look ridiculous on my body size. They'll do."

She turned to admire her derriere. She ran her hands across it, feeling it firm and nicely shaped. It showed a little butt cheek on either side.

"Yes, he'll like that for sure," she thought.

Kate took the item to College with her. Arriving back in her dorm mid-afternoon, she painted her toenails a similar blue colour to the bikini.

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Kate arrived at the pool at ten to six. She looked around and spied Samuel swimming lengths of the pool, just as he said he'd be doing. She went to the changing room, which was deserted and changed into her new purchase. She was nervous, but continued to talk to herself, saying she must do what she must do to get the marks she required. She slipped her feet into some sandals and walked out to the pool.

Kate found Samuel resting by the edge. He saw her coming and looked her up and down. While he showed no emotion, Kate knew he liked what he saw. A girl could tell that.

Samuel pushed himself up out of the pool. Virtually naked and dripping wet, Kate was taken aback by his immense size. She couldn't help herself in looking down to the size of his manhood, which his brief racing trunks seemed too small to contain. Doubt immediately came flooding into Kate. She went to speak, but he beat her too it.

"Hi! Love those toes nails. C'mon; let's go over to other pool," he said, taking her by the hand and leading her to the casual pool. He immediately jumped in and stood there, indicating she should follow.

She slipped off her sandals, took them to her gear. Then she walked back to the pool again, giving him full view of her small, but well-proportioned attributes. She jumped in and was immediately over her head.

"Six foot depth," Samuel said laughing, as she floundered about, beginning to tread water to stay afloat.

"Why did we have to meet here?" she asked, ignoring his humour.

"Swim out into the middle," he replied. Kate followed him to the middle of the mostly empty pool.

"We have to be a little careful," he started, when she came up to him. "In the pool no one can tape anything and what is said is just between us. Good for both of us, don't you think?"

"Yeah; I guess so," she said, thinking he was being a little paranoid.

"The other thing is, we both get to check each other out. We can't go any further if one of us finds the other hideous, can we? So are you alright with what you see."

"Yeah; I guess so," Kate repeated softly, feeling embarrassed at having to admit that to him.

"Well that's good, cause I like what I see as well, so I believe we can proceed."

"Ok," she said doubtfully.

"You're struggling in this paper and need a better mark than you're likely to get. I can help you get that mark."

"You'll write my essay for me?"

"I didn't say that at all, but I can look at your essay and promise that, in all likelihood, any corrections I make will see you get the mark you're after. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, that would be good."

"Right then, you have you're essay with you?"

Yes..., I."

"Good, leave it with me. All I ask in return is that we go on a date."

"A date?"

"Yes; a date. You will come to my place for dinner tomorrow night. I will give you a quick look at the corrections I've made to the first page of your essay. If you like them you will stay for six hours. If not you are free to leave. At the end of the date I give you the entire, corrected essay."

"For six hours?" Kate said a little taken aback. "What will we do for six hours?"

"We'll have dinner and do what people do on dates."

Kate continued to tread water considering his proposal. She realised she had little choice in the matter. Her mind whirled around.

"He's likely referring to having sex, but maybe not," she thought. "In any case, I need to agree to get my mark. It's all about the mark."

She nodded her head in agreement. She was now getting very tired and concerned she would sink.

"Can we go to the side?"

"Sure," he said and they swam to the side of the pool. "Put your arms up there and rest for a while. Now we've agreed on a date, there's a couple of other things."

Kate faced him with her arms on the side of the pool. She looked around. There were only about five people in the pool and they were all minding their own business. She lifted her chest out of the water leaving her small breasts open to his gaze. He made no effort to hide where he was looking.

"You're a small girl, but you've got a nice figure," he said moving closer to her.

Kate hated being referred to as girl, but she bit her tongue.

"Now there are things we need to be certain of, prior to seeing each other tomorrow."

"What things?" she said, a little overawed by his presence as he stood close to her.

"First that you're happy with my touch," he said bringing his hand to her chest, before running the back of his fingers down over her small breast and nipple.

Kate gasped as this move took her by surprise. She quickly looked left and right, relieved that no one was in a position to watch them. She noted her nipple immediately hardened, which was obvious through the thin material. However she didn't move her arms, nor protest as his hand moved down, across her stomach. Samuel dropped lower, so that only his bald head was above the water. He turned his hand and cupped her mons through the bikini. Now she felt compelled to complain.

"Samuel; please," she gasped, but he left his hand where it was.

"Open your legs," he ordered her.

"No," she replied abruptly, shocked by his suggestion.

"Why; are you a prude?"

"No..., I...please; just not here in the open."

"Don't say 'No' to me Kate," he said gruffly. "We're just a couple in the pool. No one's bothering to watch us. Now open your legs if you want us to have our date and all the benefits that will ensue for you."

She heard his words and reluctantly did has he asked. He pushed his hand between her legs and ran the base of his thumb back and forward along her vulva. Despite her concerns in regard to their location, his touch was light and not at all unpleasant. He moved his body closer to her, his head now adjacent to her chest.

Samuel moved his lips to her hard nipple and latched onto it through the thin material. She jumped at this audacious move and put her hand on his smooth, wet head, attempting to push him off.

"Samuel for heaven's sake," she gasped. "I'm happy for us to..., to get to know each other, but not intimately here at the pool. Please!"

Samuel didn't answer, but merely moved his lips to her other nipple and repeated the process. He sucked both nipple and material lightly into his mouth. Despite the circumstances Kate felt a small surge of pleasure between her legs and she dug her fingers into his naked scalp.

His free hand pulled the string of her bikini bottom. As it fell free she said nothing, wondering how far he intended to take this.

He slipped a hand onto her pussy, well covered by a think bush of hair. He began to rub three fingers along the length. After continuing for some time, to her relief, he came off her breast.

"I don't like hair," he said, as he continued to massage her lips. "I don't have any myself and you need to shave for our date. Do you understand?"

"Yeah..., yes; I'll shave, but could we just stop this here, it's embarrassing Samuel. "

Samuel merely smiled, moved closer and continued what he was doing. His proximity and the actions of his hand kept her nipples hard. She tried to duck lower to hide this fact.

"Oh, oh," she said as he slipped a finger just inside her.

The water negated her lubrication and his thick finger felt uncomfortable inside her.

"You're not a virgin," he said, exploring her with his finger.

"No I'm not. Please stop Samuel," she pleaded, now completely humiliated, as he checked out her sexual status.

"I thought you might be. How many men have you slept with?

"One; just one; my boyfriend," Kate said, moving her pelvis to try and dislodge his digit.

"That's good," he said, removing his finger, to her relief. "And you'll shave yourself naked down there for me?"

"Yes; I told you I would," she said, not hiding her annoyance with his actions.

"Don't get snarky with me Katie."

"I'm sorry but..., I just feel a little uncomfortable with our touching out here."

"OK we'll stop, but there's one more thing."

Kate's heart sank. "What now?" she thought.

She was relieved when Samuel moved back away from her.

"You're not a virgin, which is good. I like a girl with a little experience and you're happy to shave for me. I like touching you, it's turned me on and I know it turned you on Kate. I could see that by how hard your nipples got and the moisture where my finger went. Now let me see those pretty blue toenails."

Kate was puzzled, but brought her leg up to where he took hold of her calf. His hand encircled it.

"I'm not sure about your previous lover, but you've made me hard. You need to feel how hard you've made me."

Samuel guided her foot to rest upon what was clearly his erect penis.

"Oh dear," she mumbled, as she felt his length and girth beneath her small foot. He was indeed large. Much larger than Roger had been.

"Use your toes to move your foot up and down me."

Grudgingly Kate did as she was asked. Pulling her toes in and releasing them to walk her foot up his length. As she did this she noted his erection pushing up well out of his trunks.