**1 – between orange and red**
Aurora, it turns out, is a colour right between orange and red. The more I was eyeing my lipstick in the harsh light of the bathroom mirror, the more I didn’t like the way it looked on me. Eventually, I sighed and redrew it anyway. If I had to wear the wrong colour, I would at least do it with confidence.
Behind me, there was a little bit of commotion coming from the bathroom stalls. As I was still cursing that teachers and students had to use the same toilets in this goddamn college, someone quickly snuck past me and out the bathroom door, a hoodie pulled tight over their head.
Curious, I looked around. One of the stalls was open. Was there something fishy going on here? Drugs? Smoking? I threw my stuff back into my bag and went over there to investigate.
Inside, the stall looked innocent enough. It was dirty and full of graffiti smears, but that was true for all of them. When I turned to get back out, something caught my eye: On the left side of the wall, there were some scratches and what I at first thought was just dirt turned out to be a small hole.
I sat down on the toilet seat, making sure my skirt wouldn’t get soiled by anything unsanitary. From a sitting position, the hole was almost at eye level, and when I moved in closer, I could see some shiny wet stains close to it. Peeking through, my eyes fell right on a pair of large, round, naked butt cheeks, moving slowly from side to side.
I gasped. Whoever was in that other stall was not only undressed, but putting on a show! I saw a hand, grabbing one of the buttocks, squeezing it hard, then rub between them, reaching far down until I didn’t need to use my imagination anymore to figure out where it went.
In shock, I stared until I saw the girl in the other stall turn around, displaying her naked, shaved, smooth crotch with a puffy little slit right in full view. I looked around nervously, only now closing the door to my stall and locking it. For a moment, I caught my breath, then turned back to the peep hole and continued.
I couldn’t see much above or below the crotch, but from what I saw, the girl had a pretty broad build. Not chubby or fat, but she would never be slender and thin either. Her butt was nice and round, her belly was a little poochy and what little I could see of her breasts looked like they were rather on the large side.
She ran her fingers into her slit, spreading it in front of the hole. Did she know I was there? She must’ve heard me close the door, so she would know that *someone* was there at least. Quietly, I watched, and quietly she flicked her middle finger across her clit, playing with it faster and faster.
I felt myself get turned on more than I would care to admit. Could she see me? Would she know who I am? Maybe if I rubbed myself, just a little, underneath my skirt, where nobody could see? Almost by itself, my left hand crawled down my leg and under the hem of my knee-long business skirt, reaching far up underneath until it touched my flowery panties.
It’s amazing how wet I could be without noticing it. Just running my fingertips along my crotch made them feel damp and sticky. I quickly pulled my panties aside, only to feel a sting where they were stuck to my labia and pubes. My finger slid into my twat and I wiggled it inside, enjoying the relief from finally being able to touch myself.
I must’ve gasped a little, because from the other side I could hear little moans, like an answer. When I looked again, the girl had turned over once more, spreading her buttocks for me and pushing two fingers deep into her anus with surprising ease and comfort. It had taken me a long time to get used to anything inside my butt, so seeing someone who must be one of my college freshmen already so proficient at it made me jealous.
She kept fucking herself with her fingers a while as I scratched and probed the insides of my vagina as deep as I could get in a sitting position that grew more uncomfortable by the second. Suddenly, she bent down and ran a thick, colourful pen along her lips right in front of the hole, sucking at it like it was candy. Her mouth looked familiar, but I couldn’t see any more than that and so didn’t recognize her.
Her breasts were hanging down heavy and full, and I was too mesmerized by their sway to try to see more of her face. Only when she moved back up did I become aware of having now two fingers deep inside my pussy, frantically pushing and rubbing my wet warm grotto.
The girl moved the pen slowly up and down her butt crack and then pushed it inside, aiming for her asshole. She twisted and turned it, pushing her bottom closer to the hole until I could see the thick pen stick inside her rosy, puckered ass. She moved it, carefully, pushing in and out, until it disappeared almost all the way inside her, fucking herself fast and hard with her writing equipment.
I gasped again, louder, spreading my legs finally wide enough to allow me good access to my steaming slit, thrusting my fingers mercilessly up into my cunt while my other hand pinched, patted and rubbed wildly over my enlarged clit, bringing me oh-so-close to exploding.
Closing my eyes, I focused on her moans and deep breaths, hearing her climax build up as well, until she quietly whimpered and squealed. I groaned, tossing my head forward, my legs and pussy clamping down on my hands, holding them in a vice as my pussy sent shocks and shivers all through my abdomen.
When I caught my breath again, she was nowhere to be seen. Through the hole the other stall looked empty, and even though I didn’t hear a door open or footsteps, she must’ve snuck out. I took a deep breath and only then noticed the smell. It was sharp, familiar, but I couldn’t pinpoint it at first. Then it struck me.
Semen. It smelled like semen. And it came from the stains along the wall. Whoever was in here before me left his cum residue all over the place. I pursed my lips, running my tongue over my fresh lipstick before I involuntarily moved closer and finally licked at it, slowly, carefully, getting just a small taste, then more, and more, until I lapped and slurped all the wet cum stains off the wall, savouring them in my mouth before I swallowed.
Maybe sharing the bathrooms with students wasn’t so bad after all.
**2 – required for several degrees**
The class I taught was chemistry, and it was required for several degrees, so most of the students took it because they had to. That wasn’t an ideal teaching environment by any stretch, and I sometimes envied colleagues who taught classes that these kids actually signed up for because they were interested in the subject. Still, I did what I had to, and so god help me, I’d get the fundamentals of the aliphatic chains into their stupid little heads.
While explaining the differences of trans-Oleic and cis-Oleic acids, something peculiar suddenly caught my eye, giving me the strangest sense of deja-vu: There, in the second row, a pair of lips was sucking on a thick, colourful pen – the same pair of lips with the same pen I had seen just earlier. I paused, losing my train of thought as my mind was racing and finally, with a sudden surge of authority, I walked up to her.
She was cute, but for the life of me I couldn’t remember her name. Which is weird, I thought to myself, I know her asshole, her tits, her pussy, and now her round, innocent looking face with the straight, drab blonde hair and big, wide blue eyes that looked surprised up at me as I snatched the pen from her. “I’ll see you after class,” I said in a hushed voice, taking the pen into my mouth, my aurora-coloured lips sucking it just like she did. It tasted faintly of ass, but I didn’t care, walking back to my chemical equations while behind me I heard whispers. “What was that about?” someone asked. If only they knew…
As the class ended, she stayed, obediently, looking a little frightened, but mostly clueless, as the last of her classmates left the room. “So,” I said finally, walking up to her as we were by ourselves. Out of the corner of my eye, I read her name on one of her college books on the desk. “Olivia,” I said, “looks like you spend quite a little bit of time in the bathrooms with your pens…”
She didn’t reply, but instead looked down ashamedly. I was spot on. “Tell me then,” I continued, sitting down diligently on the table in front of her, crossing my legs. “Who else is in there with you?”
She shook, visibly, but still didn’t reply. “Well, there’s two ways we can go about this,” I said, trying to sound friendly. “Either we settle this between ourselves, or you’ll have to take it up with the dean.”
“N-no,” she stuttered finally, shaking her head wildly. “Nobody. I don’t know them, honestly. I just…”
I raised my eyebrows. “You just…” I repeated after her. “Just what? Just like to put on a show? Just like to let random strangers jerk off to your butt? What is it?”
She swallowed hard. I could tell she was lying. While it wouldn’t be unheard of for a woman to do random public exhibitionism like that, the chances were much higher that she did this for a specific love interest. And I was determined to find out who it was.
“Show me then,” I ordered, as she provided no answer.
She stared at me in disbelief. “Either show me, or explain it to the dean,” I repeated. “I’ve heard about your show, now I want to see it up close and personal.” It was a lie, but it put me out of the line of fire and at the same time gave me a chance for a repeat performance.
Her eyes wandered fearfully to the classroom door. I smirked. If her only concern was that we would get interrupted, she would not put up much of a resistance to my advances. “I’ll lock it,” I proposed in a friendly voice. “And when I return, I want your clothes gone.”
Gingerly I got up and walked to the door, with more of a seductive sway in my hips than I thought I could muster. I locked it up, and then turned around expectantly. She did not disappoint.
She had pulled off her green tank top, and the nice, full breasts that I had only glimpsed at through the peephole were now in full view. They were large and heavy, but suited her nicely. If she had worn a bra, it was nowhere to be seen.
Her pants were on the floor as well, and I was once again greeted by the puffy little slit between her legs. As I walked closer, she looked at me bravely, and started to play with her breasts, weighing them in her hands, rubbing across her areolas, pinching her nipples.
Silently, I sat across from her, watching her expressionless. She moved and swayed her hips, one hand running down her little poochy belly all the way to her crotch, where her middle finger slid between her pussy lips, playing with her clit. As far as masturbating goes, the girl knew how to get herself off.
I took out her famous pen again, waving it at her with a seductive smile. She understood and grabbed it out of my hands, then turned around in front of me, bending over and pulling her buttocks open with one hand while she steadied herself against her table with another.
Her pussy looked so inviting, it made my mouth water, but I forced myself to act aloof and in control. Controlling even, perhaps. She wiggled her butt a little, which gave her buttocks a nice little bounce as she ran the thick pen down along her crack and into her puffy slit, moving it in and out.
In and out. In and out. The motion was mesmerizing, and soon the pen shimmered from wetness. She began to moan, now clearly getting into the action, pulling the pen out and sticking the slimy end into her tight, sweet anus.
I moved in closer, unnoticed by her, as she was lost in the sensation and lust, fucking her ass with the pen, which suddenly looked barely big enough to be fulfilling. When I was close enough to catch a faint smell of her pussy, I finally couldn’t help myself anymore. My hands grabbed her buttocks and before she could protest, my tongue ran up and down the whole length of her labia.
Heavenly. It had been much too long since I’ve sucked on another woman’s cunt. I sipped and slurped on her ever-wettening fuckhole, getting more than a mouthful of her sweet sticky juices. Keeping her hands away, I left the pen stuck inside her ass while I took full control of her pleasure.
She groaned, gasping, enjoying the unexpected treatment as my tongue probed her deeper, licking in the hot, damp recesses of her vagina. “Oh god,” she gasped, shivering from excitement. I stopped, smiling my most wicked smile as I watched her quiver in front of me.
“A name,” I said calmly, keeping her hands from touching herself. “Who was in there with you?”
“Please,” she begged, shuddering. “Please, let me just…”
“A name,” I repeated.
“D-Darrell,” she whispered, defeated. “Darrell Atkinson. Please, let me come…”
“Good,” I said, pulling back, leaving her hot, excited and confused. I reached into my jacket and pulled out a note with my phone number, a date and an address. “If you want to finish this, see me after school,” I concluded. “Now get dressed and get out.”
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