Edited the last post to flesh out the backstory a bit.
Joelle had never been know as a thinker. Most just assumed that anyone who looked like she did was just another air head. She didn't really think of herself as all that smart, but if there was one thing she knew it was people, especially men.
When she left home at sixteen she knew where she could go, one of her teachers who was fresh out of college. She'd picked him for two reasons, she'd seen kindness in his eyes and how much he blushed when she caught him looking at her like she was naked.
His eyes had nearly fallen out of his head when she'd showed up at his home, daisy dukes, white halter top, alligator tears and a sob story about her mom throwing her out because she'd been caught with a boy in her room.
Joelle studied his reactions when she started telling him about what she and the phantom boy were doing when they were discovered. When he moved how he was sitting she knew it was to hide his hardon. Slowly dilberately she ran her hand up his shorts, she gave his cock a few teasing strokes before looking him in the eye.
"If I take care of this will you take care of me?" his mouth hung open, all he could do was nod slightly, before she pushed him back on the couch and slid between his knees.
Over the next two and half years she was taken care of; he kept a roof over her head, well fed (both things her mom had sucked at), and she learned a lot.
By the time she graduated, she'd applied for enough grants and schoolarships that for the first time she actually felt she could have a better life. She'd also learned a lot about men. The two of them often would kick back on the weekends and watch porn together. This often lead to Joelle wanting to experiment with something she'd seen in a video and him happy to be her test subject.
The weeks leading up to the fall of her freshman year had been tense, he knew he couldn't keep her, and she knew that this wasn't her place anymore. She was trying to plan her next course of action while waitressing part time when she saw one of her class mates sitting in a booth crying.
Taking over a soda Joelle was able to quickly get the story out of the girl, she'd gotten knocked up at a party just after school got out. She'd been pretty drunk and couldn't remember who she had been with. When she told her parents they flipped out and demanded that she "take care of it" or else she could keep the bastard somewhere else.
As the girl, Ashley sobbed out her story a plan formed in Joelle's head, she told Ashley to wait for her outside. Using her stunning blue eyes, Joelle quietly confessed to her boss that her period was about to start and her cramps were sooo bad. The man practically stumbled over himself calling another waitress in to cover the rest of her shift. With a quick peck on the cheek and hand grazing its way down his flabby chest she was on her way out the door.
Joelle knew she had a little time before her boyfriend/roomate/former teacher would be home from his summer roofing job (she always loved how tan he got). Using all the skill harnessed from several years of beauty magazines to transform Ashley from a sobbing wreck into a creature of natural beauty.
When asked why she was doing this Joelle replied "He took me in a long time ago, he's been good to me, helped me learn, about the world and myself. I was honest with him about what I wanted, needed, and what I was willing to do to get it. But I know that my time here is about over. the way I see it, if he has someone else to look after, it'll make it easier."
"So I'm suppossed to be his whore?" Ashley asked, suddenly not sure that any of this made sense.
"You can think of yourself that way, but you're just doing what you have to do, what other option do you have? He's a good guy, he's never made me do anything I didn't want to. He's attentive in bed, I've never been left wanting, waiting for my turn to cum."
"Do you think he'll like me? I'm not as pretty as you, I ... I haven't been with alot of guys..."
"Don't worry Ashley, he's a really good partner. He's patient and open to a bunch of stuff, just be the same way with him. In fact I'll even help."
"you will?"
"Sure, I've always been a little curious about girls so we can explore that together while I teach you about him."
The sound of keys ended the conversation as both women turned toward the door smiling. Joelle reached out and wrapped her hand around Ashley's squeezing it tightly.