Chapter 2
The rest of the weekend past without incident. But Scarlett couldn't stop thinking about what happened on Saturday morning, especially when she masturbated. The scene replayed in her mind but from outside her own body. She saw the gawping face of the window cleaner staring at her young body writhing and grinding on her bed, caught in the throws of orgasm. Each time Scarlett saw this she came intensely, twice Saturday night and three times on Sunday.
Scarlett woke Monday morning at her regular time of 7am, she'd had a long think before dozing off to sleep last night, in the afterglow of her final massive orgasm. As her wet fingers slid along her warm sticky pussy she came to the realisation that she enjoyed being watched, it made her horny knowing someone can see her pleasuring herself. She drifted off to a peaceful sleep having discovered this side of herself, not knowing just how much it would change almost everything she did from then on.
Scarlett's morning routine wasn't unusual at all, once she'd had some coffee, she headed straight for the shower. Once Scarlett was properly washed and covered in lotion she headed for her room. Only today...she did it naked. It was only 4 or 5 steps from the bathroom to her room but she made the walk casually and calmly dripping water onto the carpet as she entered her room. She couldn't mistake the thrill she got from that little event and it inspired her outfit choice for the day.
Her plaid skirt which came down to just above her knee, her black lace halter top and matching bra. Then her plaid jacket to match perfectly with her skirt. She stared at her panty draw for a long time, uncertain of what to do. In the end she gave in to her naughtier urges and decided on no panties at all, instead she grabbed her metal butt plug and quickly popped it in.
Before she knew it, she was in her car driving to the university, she had two classes today English Lit and Sociology. Her mind raced as she drove, never before had she worn her butt plug outside and she'd only ever gone commando when it was the only option. Her nerves had calmed some by the time she found a parking spot on campus but they quickly rose again with the increasing numbers of people around her. Passing through the large double doors and heading for her class she was focused solely on making it to her seat.
Hopping down the steps inside the classroom, Scarlett found her usual seat around 6 rows back from the front with plenty of space on both sides. As Scarlett dropped into her seat, her butt plug made an odd noise on the wooden chair and was instantly pushed all the way inside again. A small gasp escaped her lips. The two girls in front of her both turned and gave her a strange look. Scarlett just gave them both a wry smile while keeping her knees pressed tightly together.
Scarlett's nerves eased up as the class started and her professor began to talk about Beowulf.
Scarlett's arousal never eased up at all - she felt herself powered by a low-level lust with each of her choices. Squirming slightly on her chair as she took notes made her butt plug move inside her, she knew without even touching herself that her pussy was damp and her clit very excited. She overheard a question passed between the girls in front of her. "If Professor Andrew's said he'd write your Beowulf paper if you gave him a blowjob, would you do it?" one girl whispered to her friend "No!" the other replied instantly "I'd ask how many papers he'd do if I let him fuck me," the two girls giggled to each other and Scarlett couldn't help but smile.
She couldn't blame them, Professor Andrews was handsome, in his early thirties, with dark black hair and a closely trimmed beard. He was around 6 feet tall and had a very good body. A lot of the girls took English Lit just to be around him. Professor Andrews knew this though - he always started the course with three difficult books to weed out the uncommitted. Scarlett thought that plan was clever, cunning but clever. She'd never looked at him sexually before but today she couldn't help wondering how big his cock was. She felt her legs drifitng apart more and more as class went on. Knowing entirely that anyone who passed by at the right angle, would clearly see her shaved pussy.
English Lit was almost over for the day, Professor Andrew's had finished his long-winded speech and was summing up. You could sense that everyone was packing up and eager to leave. "Before you all head out - can I please get your hard copies of the essay on changing themes and cultures in the 19th Century. I should already have the email copy by now."
A large mass of students shuffling and grabbing papers from their bags filled the room but a cold panic set in for Scarlett. She'd completely forgot to finish the assignment for class - what with everything that happened over the weekend.
Students filed past her and left the room until she was left alone sitting there. Professor Andrews came down the stairs toward her aisle. "Scarlett, everything ok?" He asked.
"Yeah... yeah everything is fine. I was just you know... taking a moment to absorb it all, great lecture today Mr Andrews" Scarlett beamed at him, a little flattery might help her get out of this. She could tell it hit the right spot as a clear sense of pride spread across the professor's face.
"Have you got the hard copy of your essay?" He asked. "Ummm about that..." Scarlett started, looking down and tucking the hair on her right side behind her ear. "I have finished it but I completely forgot to bring a hard copy"
Professor Andrew's sighed deeply, "I shouldn't be doing this but - I'll let you print out a copy to hand in. But this is the one and only time I'll let you do this - OK?"
"Thank you that would be great!" Scarlett said as she stood up grabbing her bags and following the Professor down the steps to the front of the class. They walked together across the room to a small brown door with frosted glass covering the top half. The words Professor's Office stamped in black on the glass. Professor Andrew's opened the door and motioned for Scarlett to enter. He closed the door behind them both and flicked on a small desk lamp.
Scarlett took a seat at the desk and pulled the keyboard toward herself. Knowing she now had to come clean she hoped she could talk her way out of the trouble she was in. "I have to be honest - I haven't sent it over to you yet." She began.
"You have finished the assignment, correct?" Professor Andrews asked.
Scarlett paused for a beat, "Almost, I'm like 90% there"