Since the events of the library study room, Neve was having a harder time in her classes. The whole week was going to be a lost cause, as far as grading went. Even now, she was in a lecture and couldn't focus. It was dull as dishwasher, of course, a mathematics credit she had to go through as a requirement. But whenever the professor spoke, Neve seemed to hear a dull buzz instead of actual words. He wasn't anything to look at. Not like Dr. Lain. She imagined being in one of Dr. Lain's lectures, distracting him by making eyes, or pretending to suck her pen, pushing her tits out for him. Maybe even flashing him if she could manage it. Anything to lure him into thinking what she was thinking.
God, what would he do to her? Angrily demand that she see him after class, then bend her over his desk and fuck her. Would he even wait for after class? The image of him calling her down to the front of the hall, making her take his cock out and suck it in front of the entire class before having her bend over the table in front of him while he fucked her, continuing with his lecture the entire time, flooded Neve's imagination.
The feel of him, the fullness of his cock slipping in and out of her. His grip on her waist as he plowed into her pussy. The feel of his second, upper cock sliding between the cheeks of her ass. His clawed hands ripping her shirt apart, one holding her by the back of her neck while the other slipped under the ruins of the garment to play with her tits, the maroon skin in sharp contrast to her own. She needed it, she'd be screaming, coming around his giant cock, begging for him to fuck her harder and harder, moaning as he leaned over her back and she could feel his breath hot on her cheek, and when she turned to kiss him, his forked tongue slipping into her mouth while she reached up and stroked at one of his horns.
She'd barely even noticed that Dr. Lain had become Inky in her fantasy, so taken was she with it. She could imagine him pulling free of her, making her moan at the emptiness, before lowering his second cock and plunging it into her, making her scream and shudder as another orgasm ripped through her. His hand tucking her arms behind her back, capturing her wrists in one hand while he pulled her back from the table, so that she was held up largely by his cock and his grip on her. His other hand squeezing and kneading her breast hard while that lower cock of his, slick with her wetness, ground against her clit with each thrust, making her moan, making each orgasm last too long.
Someone dropped a pencil and Neve snapped back into the real world, though she was not happy at it. Her whole body was on fire, her panties were soaked and she was afraid it'd become apparent on the back of the skirt she was wearing if she didn't do something soon. She glanced at Inky, who was watching her intently. This was his doing, she knew that, but right now, she was desperate to get off.
As unobtrusively as she could she could manage, she stood up and made her way to the aisle. Her laptop and bag were left behind, and it maybe wasn't smart, there wasn't much time left in the class, but the idea of eyes on her as she packed her bag was too much. She hurried up the steps and out the door, then walked so briskly she might as well have been running to the bathroom.
She slipped down the row of stalls, checking to see if any had any feet of someone else under them, relieved to see no one was, then took the last stall for herself.
She hiked her skirt up, and pulled her panties down before wadding them in her left hand. She was
dripping
wet. Her right hand slipped to her clit, rubbing at it insistently.
"Couldn't even wait for the class to end?" asked Inky. He must have followed her, because he'd scaled the wall of the stall and was sitting perched on the corner, looking down at her. "Daydreaming of something nice?"
"You're doing this to me," Neve moaned at him.
"I'm all the way over here," said Inky. "You're doing it to yourself, looks to me. Lovely view, by the way. I love the way you touch yourself."
The compliment should've meant nothing, she still wasn't even sure Inky was anything other than a hallucination, but it made her want to show off for him. She slid two fingers under her shirt, finding a nipple which hardened instantly, and moaned again.
The little demon's gaze was getting hungrier by the moment, and Neve thrilled at it. She was getting closer. Her breaths started to come out in hard shudders, and she realized it was going to be a much bigger orgasm than she'd thought.
Just before she could get there, she heard the explosion of noise as the door opened and two people entered the bathroom, chatting amiably about the parties going on that night. Neve slapped her hand over her mouth, inadvertently gagging herself with her own underwear, tasting where she'd drenched the cotton fabric. With her panties shoved in her mouth, her hand was free and she pulled one breast out of her shirt, rubbing and pawing at herself while she kept up the steady rubbing at her clit. She braced herself with one foot on the frame of the door, opening herself a little more, the muscles in her thigh moving as her leg tensed. She'd locked the door of the stall, but she had the fleeting fantasy of it opening in front of her, her pussy bared, and a man with a thick cock simply stepping forward and taking her in one swift stroke. She closed her eyes, and the man was Inky, seven feet tall, barely able to fit into the stall, her legs wrapping around his waist as he wrapped his hands under her buttocks, lifting her into the air, wrapping her arms around his neck as his bottom cock split her open, his top cock pressed between them, him growling in her ear.
Later, she'd wonder whether the fear of being caught had amplified the effect, because her climax had struck her like a lightning bolt. It took everything in her not to scream, to let a soft moan be the only thing that escaped as all her muscles tensed and relaxed over and over with every wave of it, her fingers not stopping on her clit, the ones on her breast rubbing against the nipple, before capturing it instead and plucking at it, the jolt of pain mixing with her pleasure.
If the other people in the bathroom heard her, they gave no notice, not stopping their conversation even as Neve struggled through her orgasm. She heard the faucets going, and then the blowers, and then the door closed again.
There was a merciful silence, letting Neve bask in the comedown of her orgasm. Slowly, she took her panties out of her mouth, panting as she caught her breath.
"Holy fuck," she said.
"A contradiction in terms, if most human priests are to be believed," said Inky. "Looked like a good one, though. Thinking of anything in particular?"
"Dr. Lain," said Neve. She realized she was sitting in a wet spot of her own making, her thighs slick from her arousal. She used some toilet paper to mop herself and the toilet seat up, then quickly flushed it.
"Hmmm..." said Inky. He didn't seem fooled, but he couldn't prove it, she knew. Although, did she? It'd been a daydream, did that count?
"Did you do this?" she asked, looking up at him.
"I wish I could take credit, but I think you're just getting in touch with your inner slut, Neve," said Inky. "It's enchanting, really."
Neve hated that she liked him saying that. But she agreed with him. Yes, it was somewhat humiliating to be so needy that she had to get herself off in a public bathroom, but at the same time...it had been hot.
She glanced at the panties wadded in her hand. They were soaked, and now with her saliva as well as her juices. She wasn't going to be putting them back on. She'd have to go without. She pulled her skirt down and then realized she didn't have any pockets.
"Fuck," she said.
It was humiliating sneaking out of the stall and throwing her soiled panties away in the trash, hoping the swinging top would hide them from the next occupants. It was also humiliating slipping back into the lecture hall and taking her place in front of her laptop, other students' heads swiveling around to look at her, not that they could tell what she'd been up to, but Neve felt like they could all the same. It was humiliating realizing that she had to be careful how she sat, or she'd be giving the professor an eyeful of her pussy.
Once again, she wished it was Dr. Lain. Now
that
would be hot. Showing off her glistening little cunt for him, working him up, making him stop in the middle of a thought, his mouth dry.
What the fuck! I
cannot
think about this again
, Neve told herself, shaking her head. Now it was back to regression analysis...which was boring as hell and not at all hot.
***
Janeise slapped her tray down on the metal slides next to Neve's just as she got into line for lunch.
"Neve, come out with me. There's this party, but they're doing a stupid cover charge unless you're two or more girls," said Janeise.
