The semester was now a few weeks underway. As it was his first semester at GCC, Kjem had only one class, a General Bio class, with 18 students. Much of the class was lab, field work, or work on independent projects, but once a week they met for a more-or-less traditional lecture. These lectures took place in the lab room, which was made up of four two-sided bench/tables, with room for eight students (4 on each side) at each bench.
One of the students, Michele, was a second-year student taking her science requirement late. The other students were all first-semester students. She had been flirtatious with Kjem at every opportunity, but had never been overt or pushy, so Kjem assumed it was pretty innocent, at least as things went at GCC. She had never been waiting at the park benches outside Haulover Beach house, or scheduled a casual date in the usual way. The furthest it'd gone was her flashing him looks down her shirt in class and lab; Kjem couldn't be completely sure whether this was intentional or not.
Today was different. Her khaki skirt was very short, right at the limit for what might get called out. Her white button-down shirt was not buttoned up very high, and as usual she was clearly braless underneath. The long sleeves were rolled up. Michele was pretty well-endowed, so her breasts shifted around enticingly under her shirt as she moved around. Her long brown hair was bound in a pony tail, and her legs were bare between her short skirt and a pair of flip-flops. Kjem couldn't help but notice how good her legs looked. She sat at the end of the lab bench, up at the front of the class and facing sideways toward the front.
Like most of the students, she seemed to divide her attention during lecture between what he was saying and writing on the board and her note-taking.
Early in the hour-and-a-half-long lecture, Kjem noticed that her skirt had shifted up quite high on her legs as she sat, showing quite a lot of thigh.
Later in the lecture, she had swiveled around a bit, and was now facing Kjem. With her legs loosely crossed, Kjem could see far up her legs, but couldn't see the color of any panties. Perhaps she had on only a thong? As his lecture proceeded, she shifted back and forth in her chair, crossing and uncrossing her legs; this was getting very distracting for Kjem, but he continued without a glitch. Until...
After sketching a quick graph of how geographic isolation would result in genetic isolation, he turned around to question the class about how this might affect the evolution of the species when his voice ground to a stop.
Michele was still sitting sideways in her lab seat, slouched back with her legs pointed toward Kjem and the front of the class. She was twisted sideways, facing toward the desk, however, and appeared to be focused on redrawing what was on the board in her notes. Her legs had swung widely open, and Kjem could clearly see her uncovered pussy. Any hair she might have above her mound was hidden in the folds of her skirt, but her pussy lips were plainly visible between her legs.
After a bit of a sputter, Kjem looked away and haltingly continued his lecture.
A few minutes later, Michelle sat upright in her seat, and scooching back and forth a couple of time ended up sitting on the folds of her skirt; the upper part was now bunched up in her lap, with the sides draped down on either side of her lab seat.
Kjem asked a difficult question of the class, "How might a small amount of leakage across the geographic barrier affect the speciation process?"
As he surveyed the class, looking for some kind of response, the students all looked down at their notes or otherwise avoided eye contact, except Michele. She looked right at him with a smile, then spread her legs enough to show off her open pussy. She was shaved, but had a tattoo above her pussy. It looked like script writing, but Kjem didn't get a chance to read it before she mostly closed her legs when another student spoke up with an entirely hopeless answer. As the student rambled on, Kjem shook his head to clear the vision of Michele's pussy from his brain, then took what little the student had said that was meaningful and built up the discussion from there.
At the end of class, Kjem asked Michele to hang back for a chat. Once the other students had filed out, Kjem approached Michele as she sat in her seat.
"Michele," he started, then paused as she looked up at him and again spread her legs to show off. Kjem glanced around; the doors were on the other side of the room, so with Michele's back to them nobody who wandered by could see. She dropped one hand gently started rubbing a finger up and down her slit.
"Michele," Kjem started again. "You know the rules here. Dean Alice would have your ass if she knew about this. And if I don't say something, she'd for sure come down on my head."
With her other hand, the girl reached forward and grabbed Kjem's dick through his jeans. "But I'm the one that wants to go down on your head," she whispered as she started rubbing up and down Kjem's enlarging dick in time with the finger on her pussy.
Kjem stepped back, far enough the disengage Michele's hand from him.
"Michele, seriously, you can't do this. Please stop. Not in class, not on campus."
"But how, then?" she asked. "If I show up at Naked Beach house, all the girls will talk. And anyway, how can I compete against the line of sluts always waiting? Every time I go out there, there's a gaggle of whispering chicks with their boobs out. If I go there, they'll laugh at the dumb girls tits."
"Why do you say you're the 'dumb girl'? And why do you think there's something wrong with your tits? Honestly, they seem very nice to me, what I've seen of them."
"They'll think I'm a slut if they see them, I just can't. That's why I can't go to your picnic tables like the rest of them. I figured if I showed off to you where others couldn't see, I could get you alone without anyone knowing."
Michele looked determined, but also dangerously close to tears, and her legs were now closed with her hand and her skirt clamped between them.
Kjem considered. After a pause, he replied, "Michele, what are you looking for? A roll in the hay? I'm OK with that, you're an attractive girl and seem sweet to me. Count me in, for sure. But I'll see your tits if we do. What's wrong?"
"Oh, I don't mind if you see my tits, I'd like you to spend some time with them actually. But I've got tattoos, more than just the one you've seen, and the other girls will laugh at them. Especially once they know how slutty they are even though I'm a virgin. If you make me not a virgin any more, then they can't make fun."
