[Dirty Laundry - Bitter:Sweet

Another challenge post, this time with both Z of PhaedraFallen and Amy of Sex, Chocolate, and Red Lipstick. 1000-2000 words, theme of “Back to School”, three elements - plaid skirt, stolen glance, and something ripped. It wasn’t exactly how I expected it to turn out, so… well, you’ll see.]

As much as I enjoy school, there is nothing worse than the first day and going over a stodgy, tenured professor’s expectations of you. Luckily for me, the first stodgy, tenured professor I had of the school year was far from stodgy and light years away from tenured. Taking my desk, I was unexpectedly pleased to see the young man opening his laptop up at the front of the room was a nervous, but gorgeous, graduate student. This might be more fun than I anticipated, I thought gleefully, because if he’s boring, at least I’ll have daydream fodder.

But drifting off into fantasyland was soon forgotten as my goal became to distract him from his first day of school speech. I crossed my legs overtly, trying to draw attention to my too-short shorts and bare skin. I nibbled thoughtfully on the end of a pen, wetting my lips and batting my eyelashes when his gaze passed my way. I stretched with a phony yawn, my breasts lifting high as my back arched, my alright tight tank-top pulling tighter to show every curve. His derailed stutters were tantalizingly adorable, his panicky motions endearing. But when I looked around the classroom, I realized I wasn’t the only girl trying to catch his eye with flirty tricks. Every damn sorority sister and busty coed in there was pulling the same shit!

I frowned. With all of us trying for him, this had gone from lecture distraction to the semester’s challenge. I would need to do something dramatic; something different. Something that didn’t involve repeating trips to his office hours.

“Don’t forget to pick up your textbook within the week. And just remember, I’m always available by instant messenger if you have any quick, burning questions. Well, not always, even grad students sleep sometimes!” He let out an anxious laugh and cut it short as he realized no one was laughing with him. “Okay, see you next class.”

His final words gave me an idea, so I made sure to bring my laptop the next time class met. Sure enough, his was also open and running, and it was a gamble, but I bet he had his messenger program going, too. I signed in. Yep. There he was, “c8h10n4o2”, whatever that meant, online and unsuspecting.

LibraryLust: Hey. I’m in one of your classes and I had a question.

I watched him glimpse his screen and then look at the clock. It seemed like he was deciding if he had enough time before class started to answer or not. He leaned down to type a reply.

c8h10n4o2: Hey, I’m about to start class, why don’t I message you after?

LibraryLust: Do you know how sexy you are?

His eyes widened and I hid a smile. I guess that meant he didn’t.

c8h10n4o2: Please only message me if you have a serious question.

LibraryLust: I’m wet just looking at you right now.

Now he looked startled. He coughed uncomfortably, then looked around the room, eyes shifting quickly from girl to girl, realizing almost all of us were on laptops. I bit my lip to keep from grinning.

As he started class, my game became even more fun – his notes were on his laptop, and I knew he’d see that flashing IM window and be too curious not to check. After all, if he’d been truly offended, he would have blocked me.

LibraryLust: Don’t bother responding, I’ll talk, you teach.

LibraryLust: If I had my way, I’d be stripped down naked on that desk of yours.

LibraryLust: Other students in the room or not, I’d trail my hand across my nipples…

LibraryLust: Get them hard.

LibraryLust: Get you hard.

A tinge of pink crossed his cheeks the next time he looked at his notes, and he gave another nervous cough. Ah, so he was keeping the IM window open. Dirty boy. I smirked. He launched into a distracted discussion of the chapter we were to have read, and instructed us to turn to the right page. He held his copy tightly, his knuckles white, and his eyes searched the room for more than just studious compliance. I opened my book in my lap and waited until he turned to write something on the board about the author’s intentions.

LibraryLust: I bet the secret thrill of this has your cock already climbing to attention.

LibraryLust: I would love to get it hard in my mouth.

LibraryLust: Kneel in front of you as you teach.

LibraryLust: Suck you off as you lecture.

“And you’ll notice, if you turn to page, ah…” He swallowed uneasily and looked down at his computer screen, presumably to see which page we were supposed to be on next. Instead, he read my messages, and there was a “rrrriiiiiippp” as he accidentally tore the page out of the book in surprise. The class giggled, and the pink tinge turned into a bright red blush. “I’m s-sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me today.”

LibraryLust: I’d like you to get into me.

He shut his laptop quickly. The class was looking around, amused at our instructor’s ineptitude, tittering noisily. I was bummed at having to play nice, but sat back and listened to him wing it for the rest of the lesson.

The next few classes, c8h10n4o2 stayed offline. I was delighted to think I might have frightened him that much, but disappointed that my game was cut short. But a week later, there it was:

c8h10n4o2 is online

As the class sat down, I planned my attack. Today I would really make him sweat.

LibraryLust: I had a dream about you last night.

LibraryLust: You were studying in the library.

LibraryLust: Naked.

That familiar blush began to spread across his face and he reached toward the keyboard, seemingly about to sign off. I quickly began to type.

LibraryLust: Wait!

LibraryLust: Don’t you want to read what happens next?

His hesitation was sexy, in a naïve and unsure way. He began to type back, checking the clock to see if he had time before beginning the class.

c8h10n4o2: Yes.

LibraryLust: I’ll tell you if you drop your pencil as you start class. When you pick it up, bend over – ass to the class.

There was a rush of power as he did exactly as I said. I could practically feel myself getting wetter watching him apologize – flushed crimson red – and then bend over. The class giggled while I almost sat on my hands to keep them out of my pants. The lecture began, and I started to detail my “dream.”

LibraryLust: You were naked in the library.

LibraryLust: I crawled under the table you were sitting at.

LibraryLust: You tried to look busy in your books

LibraryLust: as I sat between your legs and licked your cock.

LibraryLust: You tried to keep quiet – it was the library, after all…

LibraryLust: But as I ran my tongue up and down

LibraryLust: Putting my lips around you…

LibraryLust: My hands switching between touching you

LibraryLust: And touching me.

LibraryLust: You moaned and came.

A whimper, inaudible to anyone except the girl listening for it, escaped when he next looked at his computer. His concentration wavered and his eyes roamed the classroom again, looking for his sweet, public tormentor. But I feigned involved note-taking and tried to look as nonchalant as possible. His eyes passed over me.

Over the weekend, I found myself distressed at his dismissal of me as his admirer. After all, I wasn’t unattractive. I wasn’t a bad student, either, just a bit distracted during his class. It was time, I felt, to reveal myself. If I was going to get anywhere past cybersex, he would have to know I was.

Sunday night I signed on and, sure enough, he was available.

LibraryLust: I want to make you cum.

c8h10n4o2: WHO ARE YOU?

LibraryLust: Tomorrow I’ll be wearing a schoolgirl skirt. Don’t talk to me until after class.

c8h10n4o2: Why are you doing this?

c8h10n4o2: Who are you?

c8h10n4o2: Hello?

c8h10n4o2: Are you there?

c8h10n4o2: Hello?!

When I walked in Monday, my game had taken a little twist. Two other girls were wearing plaid skirts. I smiled as the teacher’s eyes flicked from girl to girl to me in a daze. This just made things more fun, in my opinion, so I flounced my way over to my desk without even looking at him.

I waited until the middle of the lesson to even sign on, dutifully keeping up with my notes so any typing wouldn‘t seem out of the ordinary. He’d been mostly calm with nary a stutter, though I noticed his eyes lingered on the three of us often, as if trying to read our actions and see which of us it was.

LibraryLust: Three girls, three plaid schoolgirl skirts. Which one am I?

LibraryLust: I’ll give you a hint.

LibraryLust: I’m the one not wearing panties.

As if on miraculous cue, one of the other girls chose that moment to bend from her chair and retrieve something out of her book bag. He faltered as he tried to grab a stolen glance up her skirt, trying not to be obvious to the rest of the class as he acted like a sneaky pervert. I almost laughed aloud, then continued.

LibraryLust: After class, I want you to push everything off your desk.

LibraryLust: I want you to run your fingers up my skirt.

LibraryLust: Slide them into me and feel how wet I am.

I crossed my legs, turned on from my own teasing words. He was blushing again, and I couldn’t tell exactly, but I thought I glimpsed a hint of a hardening dick in his pants. Better get it harder.

LibraryLust: I want you to punish me for distracting you in class.

LibraryLust: For making you tongue-tied, embarrassing you in front of the other students.

LibraryLust: Bend me over the desk.

LibraryLust: Flip up my skirt, my bare ass pushed out toward you.

LibraryLust: You know you want to spank me.

LibraryLust: So do it. Spank me. Hard.

LibraryLust: I deserve it.

LibraryLust: Spank me until you’re hard as rock.

LibraryLust: I’ll be even wetter, then.

LibraryLust: I like to be punished.

He had stopped lecturing entirely, and was staring at the screen, shocked and mesmerized. The class began to murmur, wondering what the fuck was wrong with our young teacher. I clenched my thighs tight, aching to touch myself, breathing a little faster.

LibraryLust: I want you to unzip your pants.

LibraryLust: Order me to sit on the desk.

LibraryLust: Put your cock in me.

LibraryLust: Fuck me on your desk.

LibraryLust: Fuck me in this classroom, fast. Relentless.

LibraryLust: Punish me for making your first time teaching a joke.

LibraryLust: Watch my tits bounce up and down as you slam into me over and over.

LibraryLust: Just when I’m going to cum

LibraryLust: Pull out.

LibraryLust: Order me to lick my own pussy taste off your dick…

LibraryLust: Knowing another student could walk in at any moment.

LibraryLust: And when you cum, cum all over my face.

LibraryLust: So when I walk into my next class, your punishment is visible.

LibraryLust: I want you.

He let out an audible groan. “Mister, are you okay?” a student asked, and he looked up, as if realizing for the first time the class was there. When he spoke, his voice was high and tight as he strained to speak without revealing how turned on he was.

“We’ll resume from here next week, guys, I’ll let you go a little early today.”

As the rest of the class trickled out, I lingered in my seat, slowly putting my things away. His hard-on was obvious as he turned and beckoned to me to come to the front of the room.

“I think you’d better stay after class,” he said, “I believe we have some discipline issues to discuss.”