I almost never go to Starbucks. I actually hate coffee, all coffee. I don't even like the gritty, dark smell of it. Generally, I think Starbucks is a plague.
Their muffins, however, are fine if you're starving, which, on that day, I was, and you don't have any other options, which I didn't. That's why I was standing in a place I never go, waiting to pay for a thing I never buy, when I heard someone ahead of me in line say to her friend that she loved to be fucked and her hair pulled. Hard, she said. Hard and long and deep until she collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap. Her friend giggled in a way that was low and shrill at the same time. Then, she said, she wanted him to blow his load on her tits. She said his name and I recognized it from someplace. She loved it when he spanked her ass, she said, when he manhandled her. She had bite marks on her tit, she said, a colorful circle right on the side. Her friend giggled again. Freaks.
Then she turned and saw me, and we both went pale. She was my physics teacher, Professor Kale. "Kelly!" she burst out.
Oh Jesus. The name. The name she said. I remembered where I'd heard it before. He was in her class as well, a big dumb jock with no business in an upper division physics course.
Suddenly it made sense. He was nailing Professor Kale, and she, in turn, was passing his stupid, lazy ass.
Her friend was someone I didn't know, a short, pear-shaped blonde in a black sweater and jeans that were too high-waisted and too snug for someone built like her. She was the Yin to Professor Kale's tall, slender, busty Yang.
Kale looked at me trying to figure out if I had overheard her. She must have realized I had because she started blushing like crazy. That made me blush too. Well, that and the fact that my nipples were hard as rocks from thinking about her getting fucked from behind with the jock's fist knotted in her hair. Or maybe my fist in her hair as I pulled her face into my pussy.
I had to get out of there.
"Nice seeing you," I said quickly, and then I turned around and bolted.
I got to my car and fumbled with the keys.
She came up behind me. "Kelly," she said.
I turned around.
"You know, don't you? You heard me. You heard what I said."
I didn't say anything.
"You aren't going to tell anyone are you?"
I shook my head. "I could give a shit if you fuck a student." Though I sort of wish it was me, I thought. I was pretty sure Kale was arrow-straight though, not even bisexual, so it was never going to happen. It was a nice thought though, Kale eating my box, looking up at me with my juices all over her cheeks. My pussy tingled briefly at the thought.
She looked at me a moment more and then went back into Starbucks. I figured that was the end of it.
I didn't think about Kale fucking that kid again until class the following Monday, and then only briefly at the start of her lecture. But then she asked me to stay after class.
"What is it?" I asked as the rest of the students filed out of the room.
She sat on her desk and took off her glasses and waited until the last of them were gone before looking at me and replying. "I don't like this."
"You don't like what?"
"You knowing about my little...indiscretion."
"I told you I could care less. It's your business. I don't care what you do as long as..." Then something occurred to me. "Hey. You're not going to fail me or something are you?"