Collaboration
It was a crisp Wednesday morning as Aaron Kent, a young, freshly hired Psychology Instructor, stood at the head of his auditorium classroom, looking over the collection of semi-attentive students gathered for his Developmental Psychology course.
Aaron took a breath, mentally running through the lecture's conclusion before speaking. "Before we end today, we'll just take a quick look at the next subject we'll be covering." He turned to the wide whiteboard behind him, writing in large blocky letters 'Learning and Memory.'
He double checked his spelling before nodding and returning his attention to the class. Some thirty odd pairs of eyes stared back at him. For not the first time that semester, Aaron felt out of his element. The students in his care were all barely a decade his junior, but for someone like him--a man who had spent his entire educational career, from kindergarten to graduate school, in private religious schools--they might as well have been a different species.
His hand rose and adjusted his tie, allowing him the precious spare seconds he needed to collect himself.
"Learning and memory," he began. "Simple subjects on their own. I'm sure any of you could give me an accurate definition. How they relate to one another, however, that's where things get interesting."
Aaron paused, looking around the room, noting those who seemed most engaged with the topic.
"What do we know about how our memories are formed?" He asked the class. "I'd say we're pretty familiar with this concept, right? We remember events through the creation of neural connections between brain cells, neural connections that are strengthened through repetition..."
For a moment, Aaron faltered. His eyes drew up several rows to the far right side of the classroom. There he saw two young students, both girls, their faces inappropriately close to one another. One, a dark-skinned, curly-haired student named Maia Perkins, was cupping the cheek of the other, a freckled redhead whose name he thought was Rosie Doyle. He was just close enough to see the smoky look in her eyes.
And easily close enough to see Maia slip two fingers into the other girl's mouth. The freckled girl's eyes slid closed as she suckled the two digits, her chest rising and falling in obvious excitement.
Aaron stood in shock at the sight of the two young women acting so lasciviously. Had they no respect for an institution of learning? No respect for each other?
But even as he thought this, Maia slowly removed her fingers, with Rosie licking them as they withdrew. Aaron's lips curved into a deep frown. He wouldn't have his classroom disordered like this! He opened his mouth to call out the two naughty girls, but the words failed to come out.
They failed to come out, because he caught sight of the curly-haired Maia carefully slipping her free hand underneath the other's skirt, Rosie's quivering thighs opening just enough to let her caressing fingers in. Letting them find purchase inside the redhead's panties.
With force, he cleared his throat. And when he looked again, readying himself to enact corrective discipline on the lewd young trollops, he again found his voice faltering. Faltering, because he saw the two girls were sitting firm and proper, their eyes on their notebooks, with no impropriety in sight.
Had he imagined it? Regardless of if he did, the image would not leave his mind. Those panties. Pink. Silk. Damp with arousal, sliding aside to expose wet, swollen lips ready to be touched. Kissed. Penetrated.
Oh, my. Isn't that interesting...
A shiver went up Aaron Kent's spine as he felt his manhood rising despite himself. He took a step back, his hand rising to cover his mouth, aghast at the filthy imagery running through his own head.
Aaron felt the tension in the air, only then realizing he had been standing in silence for over a minute. He coughed loudly, his train of thought momentarily lost over what he had seen--what he had imagined? The two girls smirked at one another amid the silence; Maia slowly raising her free hand to lick the fingers.
The sight brought a strange pain to Aaron's temples.
Rubbing the side of his forehead, Aaron felt the lecture return to him enough to continue. "What I'm talking about here is our short-term memory..." His voice stuttered, quavered, before finally returning to its natural rhythm. "...and long-term memories."
The lesson continued for the next several minutes with no more interruptions, though this might have been because Aaron spent the rest of the lecture with his face in his notes or facing the mostly blank whiteboard. When he dismissed class, he was almost grateful to see the two girls already gone when he looked up.
Off to one of the empty classrooms, to give each other the attention they need...
Another shiver ran through Aaron. Was that a voice he heard? He was sure he heard it, but it almost seemed it came from inside his head...
He took a deep breath. Surely it was just the murmuring students filing out. Aaron's hands trembled. His mind almost ached to imagine the two girls together, while knowing he had an utmost duty to ignore it.
It was like he could see them. Slipping into the darkened room, giggling to one another as they shed their clothes. Their bodies moving and writhing as they kissed, Rosie's perky breasts and Maia's plump ones pressing together as they moved. Their tongues dancing as their hips ground together. So easy to picture. So real to imagine...
"Excuse me?"
Aaron gasped, the voice wresting his attention from the fantasy entrancing him. He blinked, finding himself staring at another student, one that could have easily come from the religious schools he had once attended. Her dark hair was up in a bun, and she wore a white sweater jacket over a thick gray blouse, and her skirt came down below her knees. She had a concerned look on her face.
"Yes, aaah," His still distracted mind groped for her name. "Kaley Winters, isn't it? What can I do for you, Ms. Winters?"
She nodded to him. "Mr. Kent, sir. You saw the girls in the corner. The ones... cavorting with one another?"
With one hand, Aaron gripped tightly to the edge of the table. It was as if their very mention threatened to draw him back into the vivid fantasies running through his head. Fantasies, or... whatever they were.
He forced himself to concentrate, and nodded slowly, saying, "Yes, I did, Kaley. It was incredibly inappropriate behavior for the classroom. I can promise if it happens again, I'll put a stop to it immediately."
The reserved young student said nothing at first. She nervously looked behind towards the door, as if to make sure they were alone. Finally, she leaned forward and whispered. "But sir... What about the others?"
Aaron's brow furrowed. "Others?"
Kaley gave another nod. "It wasn't like this last year. Everyone's acting so weird. Even the teachers." She paused, and for a moment seemed to draw into herself. "Especially
that
teacher..."
"Which teacher?" asked Aaron, his curiosity growing than anything. Could the faculty actually be encouraging these deviants?
The girl hesitated, her hand rising to her lips as if she couldn't quite bring herself to speak. Then she stuttered out. "Miss Grace, sir. Cassandra Grace. She... she's been doing weird things in her Behavioral Psychology course. That's where..." her voice grew quiet. "That's where those two girls started acting so inappropriately. I had to... I had to pull out of it."
Aaron Kent felt the nervousness take root in his chest. He had known Boulder was a liberal college town when he took the job, but he'd never dreamed it could spawn faculty who openly encouraged such behaviors!
What had he gotten himself into?
He leveled a stern gaze at her. "Kaley. This is very important. What sorts of things was she having you all do, Kaley?"
Kaley looked at him, her lip trembling slightly. Before she could speak, however, her eyes grew distant--almost glassy, he thought--and then she shook her head. "I'm s-sorry, Mr. Kent. I need to go." And before Aaron could stop her, the young student stepped away from him, rushing toward the door with her long skirt swishing around her knees.
Aaron watched her go, deep sense of confusion settling on him. Out the door, he could see other students walking past, going to other classes. With a shaking hand, he reached up and straightened his tie.
What about the others...
The words echoed in his mind as an uncanny feeling fell over him. The feeling that he had missed something important. Something very important, but that he couldn't for the life of him recall.
Something was wrong.
That strange feeling in Aaron's head grew stronger and stronger in the following days. The two lecherous girls put on no more displays--or at least no more that he could catch--instead only smiling innocently at him whenever he caught their eye.
But often when he would glance their way during a quiz or in the middle of a lecture, he would feel an increasingly familiar ache rising around his temples. An ache that would linger until he turned his attention away again. He tried to catch Kaley after class, to get more information out of her, but since their talk, she was always one of the first people out of his classroom when the period ended.
Those strange headaches grew increasingly common as the days wore on. He would find it coming upon him often as he walked the hallways, when he would look upon pairs of passing students or groups talking in the open lounge at the front of the building.
Worst of all, these headaches often came with other things. Strange flashes of imagery that came when a student--or even another instructor--met his eyes. It was as if his mind were being invaded by these deviant fantasies. Images of the students, of the teachers even, engaging in horridly lewd acts to one another.
One such intrusion fell upon him one day after class as he stood next to the vending machine, whatever snack he had meant to purchase forgotten. His gaze had become locked upon a brown-haired girl and two athletic looking boys talking outside the restrooms.
As the girl knelt down to tie her shoe, the invasive fantasies began. Like a flickering, teasing peepshow, he saw the girl not tying her shoe, but unzipping the two boys' pants and giggling as she drew out their turgid phalluses. He saw one boy take a handful of the girl's hair, forcing her mouth down on his manhood. The girl moaned; the lewd sounds as he copulated with her mouth growing louder and wetter by the second.
She wants it... She needs it...
The images swirled together in Aaron's head--the lustful stares between the trio. The girl had the other boy's shaft in her hand, steadily stroking it as her eyes drifted over to meet Aaron's gaze. He shuddered, but couldn't look away; the sounds of pleasure built and built, rising to a crescendo that erupted in a flash of white, hot, sticky...
"Good afternoon, Mr. Kent," a smooth voice spoke beside him.
Aaron jerked, the coins slipping from his fingers. His temples throbbing, he turned to find himself face to face with his fellow instructor, and the woman he bore deep suspicions over, Cassandra Grace.
