This story starts from Mindy's Point of View and then halfway through switches to the Professor's.
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My sister, Madison and I, are freshmen at the State University. It's getting close to the end of our first year. We've enjoyed everything about college so far, especially teasing the boys. We are identical twins and right now sitting down in Mr. Anderson's sociology class about to take a test. It was never a planned thing, but today we teased Mr. Anderson.
Our classroom is one of those stadium seated lecture halls even though there are only about 20 of us in the entire class. It just so happens that Madison sits to my right (today a seat separates us because of test day) about 6 rows up - perfect eye level view of the chalkboard and our professor's head - the best seat in the movie theater if you will.
"Mindy, you know the rules, no candy in class. Put it away immediately." Touchy touchy for just some candy I thought.
"Yes, Mr. Anderson." I took a quick final bite of my hard candy and placed the rest in my backpack.
Mr. Anderson waited until the last student arrived and began passing out the tests to each person promptly. He was an older man of about 45, if I had to guess. His lectures were usually of a boring topic, but he seemed to always put that special spark in them so the whole class came to enjoy it. He was very fair and didn't take shit from his students. Thus, flirting and excuses never worked when we forgot our homework or wanted extensions for our papers.
When the last test was handed out, he walked up the stadium style steps to the door entrance and shut it for silence. As he walked the many stairs back down to his desk located at the ground, I observed my professor. He had a full head of dark brown hair (just starting to gray around his sideburns), clean shaved face, beady dark eyes, strong chin, straight posture, and thin lips. He was very well dressed in dark khakis, a wool vest underneath, a dark green blazer - your typical professor I guess - complete with the elbow patches. As he walked the final steps, I check out his rear. He actually had an ass, too.
I looked down at my test and just blanked. I just couldn't concentrate. I looked down at Mr. Anderson, he was taking out some papers to grade. I assumed they were the previous class' tests. I turned to Madison next. She was twiddling her pen on her hand repeatedly. Nerves I thought. She didn't know the answers either. We shouldn't have stayed at Billy's dorm so late playing video games and drinking, I thought.
She must have noticed my head turned towards her and turned left to look at me. She winked with a smirk and I saw this twinkle in her eyes. What was she thinking? Immediately after I watched as she placed her right leg straight out on the chair in front of her and slightly spread from her left leg that was still planted firmly on the ground, which gave an onlooker a view up her skirt. We were both wearing spring outfits consisting of: flowing skirts (a few inches above our knees), I had on a buttoned blouse and she had on a fitted white tee shirt. We both had matching push up bra and thongs (not matching each other, but the bra and thong) and high heeled sandals.
I pretended to start my test and lowered my head as I peered out through my left eye to watch my twin sister. She continued to casually take her test allowing her right lifted leg to stray innocently away from her left. I knew that if our professor looked up at all, he would get to see straight between her legs. Her waist was perfectly eye level with his eyes.
CLINK! Madison clinked the heel of her shoe against the metal leg of her chair. With my head still down and aimed at my paper, out the corner of my eye I glanced towards Mr. Anderson. He was glancing up as it perked his attention. His eyes moved all around the room and then I watched him look straight ahead at something. It was my sister. I watched as both his eyes squinted for an instant and shot up and down my sister's body. He took the bait, although I still didn't know why she had planted any yet. He would never tolerate this type of charade. What if he told the Dean and got my sister kicked out of the class? He was that kind of professor!
Madison's always been bolder than I have, but I figured if she was going down it might help to hear two 'innocent' victims rather than one. I took my pen, which was shaped into the size of a large pointed arrow and began rubbing the tip over and over my sensitive nipple. The effect had to be having a greater impact on me than my professor. Instantly both my nipples became very erect. The harder they got, the better the point of the arrow felt. I pulled down my blouse making it taught across my tits. I glanced down for a second to see my work, they were poking out like tiny erasers.
I pretended to jot down an answer on the test not allowing my arm to obstruct any view of my hard nipples. I waited with my eyes on my test, anxious to see if I got my professor's attention. Nothing. He was grading papers diligently. I continued to rub the point of my pen using my left hand on my left nipple. It was starting to send little waves of pleasure through my body and made me want to continue. I was definitely enjoying the feeling of touching myself subtly full well knowing that I wanted to be watched in a dirty way. Luckily to my advantage a student behind me coughed. Immediately Mr. Anderson peered up in my direction with that smirk of 'who's trying to cheat in my class'. As he saw no one attempting to cheat, my moderately moving hand caught his attention. Mr. Anderson's eye shot from the pen caressing my left nipple across to my right erect nipple and back to the left. Completely pretending to be thinking about one of the questions on the test, I tilted my head up and continued to tease my nipple with the point of my pen. I loved feeling his eyes on that part of my body.
"Ugh." Clink. Just then Madison 'dropped' her pen. Just when I had the good professor watching me, Madison began to reach behind her desk to pick up her pen, but it was still out of reach. Fully knowing what she was doing, she spread her legs completely and reached for her pen behind her desk for my professor to watch without her knowing he was watching.
"UGH." She let out another grunt. I glanced quickly at the professor; his eyes were glued between her legs. I wondered what color thong she was showing off. After what seemed like a full minute of her hand fiddling behind her desk with her legs splayed a good two feet apart at Mr. Anderson's eye level, she finally grasped her pen and closed her legs as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. My sister then took her lollipop shaped pen (was actually supposed to be a basketball) and cleaned off the dust from the floor on her tight white tee shirt, which caused her to pull the material nicely taught across her plump tits. She was showing off her perfectly round full tits where everyone could see her, but only Mr. Anderson could see the beautiful outline of her 'C' cup tits as her thin tee pressed against them.
I observed my professor as Madison did her thing; watching his eyelid became heavy with lust. He stared intently, forgetting about the rest of the class. I swear I even saw him crinkle his nose up while squinting his eyes; a look of 'damn that's hot'. I couldn't help but wonder if his penis was twitching behind the desk. My mind drifted about the thought of my teacher's cock. I fantasized about how fat and thick it could be, how hard the sight of my glistening pussy could make it, and how filled my little pussy would feel with it buried balls deep inside me. My entire body shuddered.
"Madison, please keep it down while others are testing." He said sternly bringing me out of my dream. He lowered his head and started correcting papers again as if nothing phased him, but I knew otherwise, I saw it in his eyes and the contortions of his face. I wondered if anyone noticed our naughty scene.
I turned my head a little to my right at Madison. I shot her a smile. She shrugged as if saying 'what did I do'. I let out a tiny giggle and we both settled down.
A few minutes later as more people finished their test and left, I felt that it was my turn again. More than half the class had left by now, which gave me more confidence in this little game. I began by unbuttoning another button on my blouse so that you could completely see where my pushed up tits touched then lowered my chest to the desk. This not only looked like they were pouring out, but also gave Mr. Anderson another eye full. After a few seconds went by where I knew he was watching, I propped both of my legs up on the chair in front of me. To make it look innocent, I spread my legs very gradually enough until I could feel a light breeze between my thighs.
Madison aware of all this, wasted no time retaliating. She instantly hiked up her skirt, revealing her smooth tanned thighs and began gyrating her hips as if she was sitting on some dildo slowly fucking herself. That was 0-2.