Julia sat in her Medical Ethics class and watched Professor Richards teach. She had a hard time believing that he had raped her the week before. Did it really happen?
It just seemed so unbelievable. Everything seemed so normal at the moment. She tried to put it from her mind. There was nothing she could do and no one she could tell. He had her blackmailed completely. She would never tell anyone.
She felt an array of emotions when she thought about the night she was raped, but one emotion was more intense than all the rest by far. It was the reason she tried not to think about it. She experienced intense arousal whenever she thought about it. It disturbed her.
Two nights ago she was drinking heavily with her two close friends. When they left her residence Julia was trashed. She knew Professor Richard's class was coming up and her mind started to flashback details of her blackmail and rape. The flashbacks included the emotion and sensation. Her arousal took her by surprise and her drunk hands of their own accord verified her wetness and excited state. With the alcohol affecting her, she let herself lose control. The next morning she hoped the neighbors hadn't heard.
Just before class today she had five shots liquor to calm her nerves. It helped a bit. She wasn't freaking out and she was just drunk enough that it was unlikely that anyone would notice. She even rinsed with a tiny bottle of Scope just before class.
She had to willfully push the memories of the last time she was drunk from her mind. She had a bit of an association. She had only meant to take three shots originally. The last double was just to steady her nerves as she left.
After a few more minutes of class she got progressively more drunk. She now regretted drinking so much. It was hitting her hard. She was ok she figured as long as she just sat and didn't move or talk. No one would notice.
Julia realized she was barely listening to what Professor Richards was saying. She just watched him walk around the front of the class. His leather jacket was the same one he had worn when he took her. Her mind wandered before she realized it and she felt her body responding.
She shifted focus on to what he was actually saying and tried to ignore the growing feelings.
Professor Richards had a habit of walking the aisles as he taught. Today he eventually walked directly to Julia's desk and stood in front of her lecturing. Julia couldn't make eye contact so she looked down at her notes.
She felt awkward that he was standing beside her. She feared somehow that everyone would know he had taken her if he stood too close. It was irrational, but that was how she felt.
She drunkenly lost track of what she was supposed to be doing and looked up at him, staring him in the eyes.
Professor Richards looked down and noticed her eyes looked absent and sleepy. He could tell that she was drunk and it turned him on a bit. She reeked of scope. He also saw her pupils dilate as she looked at him. He moved his face slowly towards her as if to kiss her. Her pupils dilated bigger and her mouth opened subconsciously responding.
She was so drunk she didn't consciously react. She was trying to act sober. At the last second he moved his face to her ear and lightly touched her shoulder. To anyone in the class in looked like he was just saying something private to her.
"I'd like you to stay behind after class." He whispered in her ear. The was he said it sent a good shiver down her neck.
Julia processed what he said slowly. She tried to act like she didn't hear, but adrenaline flooded into her.
Her heart was pounding. Julia was sure her face was flushing in response and the booze wasn't helping. Why did she have that last double?
She quickly wrote some scribbles acting like she was taking notes. The paper had a bit of a far-away look to it. She realized the liquor must have had a higher percent alcohol than she thought. It was really hitting her.
He stood teaching beside her and watched her as he spoke to the class. Julia couldn't make eye contact so she looked straight ahead towards him, almost right into his crotch. She looked at his dress pants and hoped he'd walk away. She didn't clue in that she was looking at his crotch.
The stupid feelings were getting stronger now.
Her pulse thumped and she could feel her face flush heavily. Suddenly she became aware that she was breathing quicker and the heat building between her legs was really demanding her attention. Her mind kept drifting to the last two times she was drunk.
She faced forward and tried to fight the unwanted feelings. She acted like she was taking intense notes.
It wasn't working. She was losing control of the arousal. Her nipples began to harden and she could feel herself swelling fully between her thighs. She'd been horny since the very start of class, but now she was losing the damn battle. Her breath was accelerating to a pant. Show fought her breath and lost.
Professor Richards saw her getting aroused. He saw her chest rapidly rising and falling and noticed her nipples presenting themselves through her thin shirt and sports bra. He moved and his leg leaned against Julia's as he lectured.
The contact was electric for her. She fought the feelings of her body responding. The room was spinning. She shifted in her chair and crossed her legs, but her jeans now applied pressure to her mound stimulating her further. She could feel her own pulse there and she knew she completely wet.
She was aware her nipples had become fully erect. Julia looked at them jutting up on display. Her sports bra and shirt didn't hide them at all. She couldn't hide them without looking like she was. She was trapped and left on display.
She quickly uncrossed her legs and again the jeans moved stimulating her. The pressure was released a bit, but now her leg was back against his.
What does he want? She wrote in her notes subconsciously. She read her writing and knew what he wanted. The thought and the realization that her body was betraying her came at the same time.
Her body had made her ready. She gave up fighting and she was flushed with hormones. She looked up at Richards and saw that he was looking down at her in that instant. She quickly moved her eyes down and looked into his crotch trying to avoid his eyes. She knew he had been looking down at her breasts. Against rationality she pushed her breasts out thrusting them for display.
She stared and then she realized what she was looking at. She was horny, wet and breathing quickly. He's seen my nipples and that I'm flushed she thought to herself with excitement and some minor embarrassment. She continued to stare at his crotch and saw movement. He was swelling too!
"That's it class. We'll pickup next week. Have your reports ready for next week. "
