I slip into English Lit class with seconds to spare. My usual seat is still open, in front all the way to the right of the room. Professor Saunders marches in dropping his hardback copy of Literature Theory onto his table with a bang.
"Seems in a foul mood" I think to myself. "What's new..." I unpack my stuff onto my desk and settle in for the snooze fest that is English Lit 103. The seats in his class are set at an odd angle and after the first twenty minutes I begin scooting my butt forward in a vain attempt to get comfortable but all this does is start a slide which I can only stop by wedging my knees against the desk legs.
"Professor Saunders seems to be paying extra attention to my side of the class today" I muse seeing him once again turning towards me. "Fuck I hope I didn't fail the essay I handed in last week. Shit. I bet you that's it. He's looking for some angle to publicly humiliate me again. He is such a douche."
My eyes lock with Professor Saunders' and I quickly glance down, feigning sudden interest in my textbook. I slowly raise my eyes again and see the he's still looking in my direction but now at the front of my desk. His tongue darts out, briefly wetting his top lip, followed by an audible intake of breath. "What a weirdo" I mutter to myself once again staring into my textbook.
I start thinking about meeting up with Carmen later and a small smile creeps into the corner of my lips. I close my eyes to imagine the dainty gold butt plug and the ruby red stone winking and shining as it catches the light. I start feeling a welcome glow in my pussy and a subtle throb runs along my clit matching my ever-increasing heart rate. My nostrils flare as I draw in a deep breath, the effort releasing a dribble of my intimate sap which works its way over my perineum to coat my tight anus.