The class I taught was chemistry, and it was required for several degrees, so most of the students took it because they had to. That wasn't an ideal teaching environment by any stretch, and I sometimes envied colleagues who taught classes that these kids actually signed up for because they were interested in the subject. Still, I did what I had to, and so god help me, I'd get the fundamentals of the aliphatic chains into their stupid little heads.
While explaining the differences of trans-Oleic and cis-Oleic acids, something peculiar suddenly caught my eye, giving me the strangest sense of deja-vu: There, in the second row, a pair of lips was sucking on a thick, colourful pen - the same pair of lips with the same pen I had seen just earlier. I paused, losing my train of thought as my mind was racing and finally, with a sudden surge of authority, I walked up to her.
She was cute, but for the life of me I couldn't remember her name. Which is weird, I thought to myself, I know her asshole, her tits, her pussy, and now her round, innocent looking face with the straight, drab blonde hair and big, wide blue eyes that looked surprised up at me as I snatched the pen from her. "I'll see you after class," I said in a hushed voice, taking the pen into my mouth, my aurora-coloured lips sucking it just like she did. It tasted faintly of ass, but I didn't care, walking back to my chemical equations while behind me I heard whispers. "What was that about?" someone asked. If only they knew...
As the class ended, she stayed, obediently, looking a little frightened, but mostly clueless, as the last of her classmates left the room. "So," I said finally, walking up to her as we were by ourselves. Out of the corner of my eye, I read her name on one of her college books on the desk. "Olivia," I said, "looks like you spend quite a little bit of time in the bathrooms with your pens..."
She didn't reply, but instead looked down ashamedly. I was spot on. "Tell me then," I continued, sitting down diligently on the table in front of her, crossing my legs. "Who else is in there with you?"
She shook, visibly, but still didn't reply. "Well, there's two ways we can go about this," I said, trying to sound friendly. "Either we settle this between ourselves, or you'll have to take it up with the dean."
"N-no," she stuttered finally, shaking her head wildly. "Nobody. I don't know them, honestly. I just..."
I raised my eyebrows. "You just..." I repeated after her. "Just what? Just like to put on a show? Just like to let random strangers jerk off to your butt? What is it?"
She swallowed hard. I could tell she was lying. While it wouldn't be unheard of for a woman to do random public exhibitionism like that, the chances were much higher that she did this for a specific love interest. And I was determined to find out who it was.
