SHAME AND AROUSAL

Ella's Pov

I yanked my hand from under my skirt as fast as I could. My dripping cunt clenching around nothing.

Fuck.

My heart slammed loudly against my ribcage as I scrambled to shut my laptop. The device closing with a sickening crack.

The voice snarled again, attached to the person who has sworn to make my life a living hell.

Asa.

She leaned over my desk, pretty face twisted in disgust. Her fake tits practically spilling out of her uniform shirt.

"Hey, freak!!" She hissed loudly, making a few heads turn our way. "What the fuck are you always covering up in this laptop of yours, huh? "

My cheeks burned hot. I could still feel the aftershocks of a missed climax.

My panties were still hooked away from my cunt, cool air brushing my creamy folds making my clit twitch.

I just hoped this bitch couldn't smell my slick from here.

"Back the fuck off, Asa, " I snapped, trying to get control of my shaky voice. "Your stale breath is all over my face. And to answer your question, what I choose to do with my gadget is none of your goddamn business."

Her eyes widened at my words. "Who the hell do you think you're talking to?" She shrieked in that insufferable high pitched tone.

I was still mortified at being caught masturbating in class.

The hall was filled up now, everyone staring at Asa and I. This showdown wasn't the first, and it won't be the last.

It would have been an utmost disaster if I was caught rubbing my fat clit in class.

And just like that, the memory of my expulsion from Howards flashed through my mind.

I could still remember that hot afternoon when I was caught on my knees, hands keeping my teacher's leg open as I buried my wet tongue in her hole.

I was far gone, moaning like a whore in heat as I ate her up, tongue fucking her pussy, sucking on her engorged clit while her juices ran down my chin.

Then, a horrified scream broke out.

The shame, the stigma, the insults.

My parents disappointed faces when they were called would forever be etched in my memory. Till today, my father had refused to speak to me.

"Stop zoning out!!! Did writing god knows what in your laptop get you kicked out of your last school? " Asa sneered, clearly itching for a hot slap.

Before I could loose it and give it to her, a deep voice cut through the air.

"Leave her alone, Asa. It's getting boring. We aren't in highschool, stop acting like a prick."

Flynn Carter.

Flynn was a friend. At least that's what I see him as. Except friends don't give each multiple orgasms like we have.

It started when I transferred here. Flynn was the basketball god at Asheville's. Everyone practically worships the ground he walks on.

He's tall, ripped, blonde and really handsome.

With a smile that could make any girl rip of her panties and present her pussy for him to fuck.

We got talking, started a friendship. We had the same classes so we would sit with each other.

He made me laugh, I was happy.

But after some time, I realized that he had a massive crush on me. He even asked me out, which I turned down.

Maybe if Professor Garrett didn't exist I would have considered him but he wasn't who I wanted.

It wasn't surprising when things heated between us. One study session and I had his thick fingers slamming into my drenched cunt.

That same day, I went on my knees and deepthroated his veiny cock until tears ran down my face.

And that was how it started. He would come to my college apartment in the pretense of studying that would go south fast.

He'd eat me out for hours. Spread my dripping cuntlips wide, slap his heavy cock against it, and grind his fat mushroom tip up and down my clit till we both came.

We never went further than that, I didn't want to go that far with him.

Since I couldn't have Professor Kane I'd stick with Flynn eating me out when I wanted, while I closed my eyes and imagined it was Garrett doing it.

"What?? Why are you always defending this whore? There's something nasty about her." Asa groaned, bringing me back from my thoughts.

"I hate all of you anyway." Flipping her blonde hair dramatically, before stomping away.

Finally, the bitch was gone.

Flynn made himself comfortable beside me, giving me his signature dazzling smile.

"You okay, Ella? Don't mind Asa. You know she's such a jealous cunt."

Before I could thank him for getting that witch off my back, the man of my filthiest imagination walked in.

Professor Garrett Kane.

His tall, muscular frame filled the place, his dark hair messy as always.

His green eyes scanned the hall before locking onto mine.

This man made my pussy drool. Just the sight of him can push me to cum.

Today he was dressed in black and white. A black shirt and white slacks that did nothing to hide that fat bulge of his.

Looking fuckable as always.

He was still staring at me. My exposed cunt throbbed harder under the table.

"Good morning class. Let's get started for today." Professor Garrett droned, the sound smacking me right on my clit.

I bit my lip as hard as I could to stop myself from shoving my fingers back inside me.