Janet wasn't sure how much sleep she actually got last night. She recalled waking up on the couch just after midnight. She walked haphazardly towards her room, shuffling across the creaky floor that was dimly illuminated by a light in the hallway. She climbed into bed and stared at the darkness of her ceiling.
Her brain just wouldn't power down as she laid under her comforter, mulling over the myriad of possibilities that the next day could bring.
Whenever she managed to doze off, she would find herself dreaming of Melanie. In her dreams, she was able to live out every fantasy she could ever think of. Every dream offering a new scenario for her to be with Melanie, make love to Melanie, control Melanie. Every dream building in intensity of desire and lust, until just before the point of orgasm, where she would wake up.
It happened every time. Snapping out of every dream right at the precipice, she would find herself so worked up and frustrated from not crossing the line. She would have to get herself off on the memory of the dream as it slowly faded. She lost track of how many times she had cum. On it went, until suddenly her room was flooded with the light of the morning sun.
Despite all this, Janet was surprised with how awake she felt. She glanced at the clock, still a few paltry minutes before her alarm would sound. Rather than wait in bed for it to go off, she preemptively silenced it and got ready for the day. A quick shower to clean up, some fuss over her hair and makeup, and more time than usual to select the perfect outfit, and she was ready.
Grabbing her school bag, Janet stopped at Rachel's door, politely knocking and calling out, "Rachel, are you in there?" She heard some shuffling, and the sound of a drawer closing. "I'm heading off to class. I have to stop by Ms. Gilio's office afterwards, so I'm gonna be home a bit later than usual, okay?"
After a brief silence, Janet heard the reply: "Okay. Have fun." Smiling, she practically skipped towards the door and out onto campus.
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Janet wasn't exactly pleased at having to wait until the afternoon to get what she wanted. Unfortunately for her she had to work around Melanie's schedule. According to Ms. Gilio, the girl didn't have any openings until the afternoon. She had considered just staying home, but Janet figured the wait would be more torturous there.
And so the day dragged on, as she was becoming accustomed to. The clock in every new room she entered seemed to always appear broken. Every teacher sounded the same. It was no small miracle that she made it to her last class.
Partway through the lecture, Janet was truly becoming anxious. If what Ms. Gilio had told her was right, then Melanie should be meeting with her at this very moment.
She wanted to be there herself, to play a part in her own plan. However, she convinced herself that Melanie would be more comfortable without the presence of a stranger. She certainly wouldn't be a stranger for much longer, Janet mused to herself.
Instead, she tried to imagine what was happening inside the office at that very moment. Melanie would be invited in under the pretense of a scholarship opportunity for next year. They would exchange greetings before Ms. Gilio pulled the tablet out, following the specific instructions Janet had given her on how to use it.
Melanie would sit in the same chair Rachel was in the day before, a perfect smile on her face, completely oblivious to her fate. Ms. Gilio, entirely mindless but instructed to act normal, would present the program to the student before her, coaxing the unaware girl towards relaxation with the mantra that Janet had the teacher memorize.
Melanie would soon be captivated by the sights, unable to look away, her professor's voice running through her head. Her thoughts slowing, covered in the honey of Ms. Gilio's words. Her shoulders would slump, her posture slouch. The smile would slowly fade from her face until all movement ceased from the girl, save for the rise and fall of her chest.
The professor continued to talk. No longer to Melanie, no longer at her, but just talking. She was repeating the same lines over and over that Janet had told her to say, her own face now devoid of any expression now that Melanie was under. The entire room was still and silent, save for the words that reverberated off the walls, reverberated in Melanie's mind, bringing her further and further under. Making her so relaxed. So calm. So thoughtless. Mindless.
Janet jumped at the vibration of the phone in her pocket, her daydream shattered. She quickly removed her hand that was pressing hard against her crotch and relaxed her thighs that were clenching together. Blushing, she looked around to see if anyone noticed what she was doing. Thankfully, most students were finding their own ways to stave off boredom as the teacher went on about oscillations or ostriches, Janet didn't know. She breathed a sigh of relief.
She sneakily pulled her phone out, making sure to keep it under the desk and out of the teacher's line of sight. The last thing she needed was for some sort of delay as she was scolded after class. She glanced down at her phone, a dopey grin spreading across her face at the single-worded message from Ms. Gilio: Ready.
The moment class was dismissed, Janet was the first out the door. She made her way across campus, desperate to run as fast as she could, but not wanting to draw attention to herself. It felt like her heart was beating in her head. Her peripheral vision was a blur, with the only clarity being the building that lie ahead.
The door towered over her. Janet held her breath as she reached for the knob. She hesitated as she stared at the metal, as if touching it would burn her. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She took a deep breath and opened the door.
Janet let out a small whimper. The room was quiet despite her intrusion, feeling almost devoid of all life. She stood there taking in the scene that lay before her.
A cough was heard from the hallway, catching Janet's attention. The door was wide open, almost inviting the outsiders to pry into Janet's perversion. She quickly closed it, pressing her back against the wood. She shivered. Her own breathing seemed deafening in her ears.
The tablet lay on the desk facing Melanie, the girl's eyes still staring at the now-blank screen. Across from her, seated behind the desk, sat Ms. Gilio with a mirrored expression.
Janet sat on her feet next to Melanie, taking a moment to simply admire the source of her infatuation. Her eyes traced over every inch of the still girl, from her delicate feet, up to her kissable lips that hung open, enticing Janet to slip her tongue in.
Her hand reached out, desperate to touch Melanie's skin, Melanie's lips, touch everything, but still afraid the girl might somehow react. She pushed through her fear, as the tip of her finger made contact with Melanie's arm, causing Janet to squirm in place. She looked at Melanie's eyes, which showed no indication of awareness.
