Chapter 3: Rising Action
Emily stirred awake, the first rays of sunlight filtering through the thin curtains, casting a warm glow on the disheveled sheets. She stretched languidly, her body still humming from the remnants of her orgasm in the shower the night before.
Beside her, Lily slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, her dark curls splayed across the pillow. Emily took a moment to appreciate her roommate's beauty, her gaze lingering on the curve of her neck, the rise and fall of her breasts beneath the remnants of the thin fabric of her nightshirt.
Lily had no underwear on, her now dried arousal coating her muscular thighs.
Lily still snored like a stalling Mack truck, Emily thought, smiling to herself. She couldn't help but admire Lily's body, the way her curves filled out the baggy clothes she wore. It was a shame, really, that Lily hid her figure under such modest attire.
Emily swung her legs out of bed, careful not to disturb Lily, and padded across the room to her dresser. She pulled out a pair of panties and a bra, slipping only the two articles of clothing on, leaving her lean legs and toned stomach bare.
Emily then groggily trodded to the kitchenette, needing coffee, needing it now.
She switched on the kettle, the hum of electricity filling the small space. As she waited, she leaned against the counter, her gaze drifting back to Lily, still lost in a peaceful slumber.
Suddenly, Lily stirred, her eyes fluttering open, meeting Emily's gaze.
"Morning," Lily mumbled, her voice still groggy from sleep.
"Morning," Emily replied, flashing her a warm smile. "Coffee?"
Lily nodded, pushing herself up in bed, the sheets pooling around her waist.
Emily couldn't help but notice the way Lily's nightshirt rode up, exposing a sliver of her toned stomach.
"Here you go," Emily said, handing Lily a steaming mug of coffee. "Just the way you like it."
Lily took a sip, her eyes fluttering closed briefly as she savored the taste. "Mmm, perfect. Thank you, Em."
Emily sat down on the edge of the bed, cradling her own mug in her hands.
"Mmm, what time is it?" Lily asked, her voice still soft and sleepy as she glanced at the clock on the wall. "We've got Professor Shaw's lecture today, don't we?"
Emily nodded, taking a sip of her coffee. "Yep. And I, for one, can't wait."
Lily raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Oh, really? And why's that?"
Emily shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just looking forward to learning something new, that's all."
Lily chuckled, shaking her head. "Right. Learning," Lily replied, her smirk growing wider. "Because nothing says 'learning' like the way you stare at Professor Shaw, drooling over his every word."
Emily rolled her eyes, but her cheeks flushed slightly at Lily's teasing. "I do not drool." Lily laughed, taking another sip of her coffee.
"Please, Em. I've seen you. You're like a cat in heat whenever he's around." Emily threw a pillow at Lily, who deflected it with a giggle. "Shut up. I am not." Lily just grinned, setting her coffee down on the bedside table.
Emily retorted back, "you 're one to talk, Miss 'I-accidentally-fell-on-my-desk-while-trying-to-get-a-better-look-at-his-ass'."
Lily choked on her coffee, her eyes widening in surprise. "I did not!"
Emily smirked, "uh-huh, sure. I saw you trying to play it off like you were just reaching for a pen. Please, I've seen dogs with more grace than you had that day."
Lily's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help but laugh at the memory. "Okay, okay. Maybe I did."
Emily asked, "are you going to shower this morning," motioning to her sticky thighs.
Lily looked down, realization dawning on her face. "Oh, God. I forgot to clean up last night." She blushed, suddenly self-conscious.
Emily winked, "well, get used to it. Because I have a feeling things are about to get a lot more...interesting around here," Emily said, her voice filled with a playful promise.
Lily drained the cup of Joe and said, "God, I hope so I'm getting tired of my own hand."
Emily laughed, "that, my dear, will be a thing of the past. Soon enough, you'll be screaming his name instead."
Lily bit her lip, her eyes shining with excitement, "I can't wait."
Emily stood up, placing her empty mug on the desk beside the bed. "Now, go shower while I get dressed. We can't afford to be late for Professor Shaw's lecture."
Lily nodded, throwing off the sheets and standing up. She walked towards the bathroom, her hips swaying, and Emily couldn't help but admire the view.
She gave Lily a playful smack on the butt as she walked past her, sending Lily scrambling out of bed with a yelp. "You're going to pay for that," Lily called out, laughing as she made her way to the bathroom.
As Lily closed the bathroom door behind her, Emily heard the shower come to life.
She turned to her wardrobe, rifling through her clothes. She settled on a pair of yoga pants so tight they seemed painted on.
For her top a simple white blouse that she left unbuttoned just enough to give a tantalizing glimpse of her lacy bra.
She slipped on a pair of UGGs , completing her casual yet alluring look. She was ready to turn some heads, not that she cared about anyone else's attention. Today, she wanted Mr. Shaw's eyes on her.
In the bathroom, Lily was just stepping out of the shower, steam billowing around her.
As Lily emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, her skin flushed from the hot shower. She caught Emily's eye in the mirror and raised an eyebrow. "Subtle, Em. Real subtle," she said, gesturing to Emily's outfit.
Emily just grinned, unapologetic. "Who said anything about being subtle? Today, we're going for bold," Emily replied, her grin widening. "Besides, it's not like we're trying to hide our feelings anymore, right?" Lily chuckled, shaking her head as she dropped her towel, revealing her naked body. Emily's eyes lingered on Lily's curves, appreciating the view. "You're right. To hell with being subtle," Lily said, her voice filled with newfound confidence.
Emily clapped, "that's the spirit, Lily! Now, do you own a single piece of clothing that isn't eight sizes too big?" Emily asked, her eyes scanning Lily's wardrobe, filled with baggy sweaters and loose-fitting jeans.
Lily looked down at her laid out outfit - a faded band T-shirt and a pair of worn-out sweatpants - and shrugged. "I like being comfortable," she said, defensively. Emily rolled her eyes. "Comfortable for who, Lily? For you, or for everyone else who wants to pretend you're not a bombshell hiding under all those layers?" Lily opened her mouth to protest, but Emily cut her off.
"No, listen. I'm not saying you should start prancing around in lingerie or anything. But you've got a killer body, and it's a shame to hide it under all these...' Emily gestured to Lily's clothes, "...sack-like garments."
Lily stepped away from her wardrobe and motioned to Emily, "Well, what would you suggest then, oh wise one?"
Emily grinned, and approached the wardrobe herself. She started flipping through the hangers, her eyes scanning the contents.
"Lily, you weigh like what, 120 pounds soaking wet? You don't need a 2XL Pink Floyd T-shirt, it'd probably hang to your thighs," Emily said, holding up one of Lily's shirts. "And these sweatpants? They're practically a tent. You've got curves, girl, show them off!"
Lily blushed at the compliment, but her shoulders squared, a spark of determination in her eyes, "Alright, Miss Fashionista. What do you suggest I wear?"
Emily thumbed through every hanger, dismissing most of Lily's clothes with a shake of her head.
"I can't believe the smallest size you have is a large," Emily muttered, finally pulling out a hanger with a hint of hope. Emily held it up, it was massive, but it was better than the rest. "A large, Lily? Really?"
Lily shrugged, "I don't know how you do it. I love the baggy look."
Emily chuckled, "Well, today we're going to make you look like the knockout you are." She held up the large, black T-shirt. "This will do for now. At least it's not a tent," Emily said, tossing the large black T-shirt to Lily. "Now, for the bottoms."
The bottoms were worse. Lily's wardrobe was like a graveyard of ill-fitting jeans and sweatpants. Every pair seemed to be at least two sizes too big.
Emily held up a pair of faded, baggy jeans. "These would be fine if you were trying to hide a small country in there," she said, dropping them back onto the pile.
She rummaged through some more, her frustration growing. "Where are your leggings? Or yoga pants? Anything that might actually fit you?"
Lily sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't know, Em. I just never really thought about it. I like being comfortable, and these are comfortable."
Emily turned to face Lily, her hands on her hips. "Lily, I swear to God , if you don't have a single pair of leggings or yoga pants in this entire wardrobe, I'm going to lose it."
Lily shrugged, "I don't."
Emily sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Fuck that, here's a pair of mine -"
She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening as she caught sight of something tucked away in the back of Lily's wardrobe. She reached in, pulling out a pair of black, form-fitting leggings, still with the tags attached.
"Bingo!" Emily exclaimed, holding them up triumphantly. "And they're even your size, judging by the tag."
Lily looked at the leggings, then back at Emily, a hint of a blush on her cheeks. "I bought those ages ago, but I never wore them. They're not really my style," Lily said, looking down at the leggings in Emily's hand.
"Well, today they are," Emily replied, handing them to Lily,"And if you don't put them on, I swear I'll make you walk to class in nothing but a trench coat and a smile."
Lily laughed, taking the leggings from Emily. "Fine, fine. I'll wear them." She slipped them on, and Emily couldn't help but admire the way they hugged Lily's curves. "There, see? You look amazing," Emily said, giving Lily a encouraging smile.
"Seriously, these leggings are doing wonders for your ass."
Lily blushed, looking down at her new attire. The leggings hugged her curves perfectly not too tight not too loose, and the large black T-shirt was loose enough to hide her assets, but not so much that it swallowed her whole. She felt a strange mix of excitement and vulnerability, like she was wearing a costume that revealed more of her than she was used to.
"Thanks, Em," Lily replied, returning Emily's smile. "I guess I just needed a little push."
Emily winked, "well, consider me your personal fashion fairy godmother.
Now, let's get out of here before we're late for Professor Shaw's lecture."
Lily nodded, grabbing her backpack and throwing it over her shoulder. They headed out of their dorm room, the sound of their laughter echoing down the hallway.
As they stepped out into the crisp autumn air, Emily linked her arm with Lily's, a sense of camaraderie passing between them.
"So, what's the plan today? Besides making Professor Shaw drool?" Lily asked, a playful smirk on her lips.
Emily grinned, "Well, for starters, we're going to sit in the front row. You know, to show him our commitment to learning."
Lily raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? And what if he thinks we're just trying to get a good view of the chalkboard?"
Emily waved her hand dismissively, "Pfft, please.
Like he wouldn't know a couple of eager students when he sees them. Besides, it's not like we're the only ones who've noticed his...assets."
Lily giggled, "You mean his 'chalk-wielding hands'? Or maybe his 'lecture-hall-owning voice'?"
Emily snorted, "I was thinking more along the lines of his 'blue-eyed, salt-and-pepper-haired, ruggedly handsome self', but sure, go for the cheesy euphemisms." She winked at Lily, who blushed slightly.
"I mean, have you seen the way he fills out those dress shirts? It's like they were made for him."
Lily bit her lip, a dreamy look in her eyes. "I know, right? And the way he rolls up his sleeves when he's writing on the board...it's so...sexy."
"what about his pants?" Emily asked, a mischievous glint in her eye.
Lily's cheeks flushed, but she played along. "What about them?"
Emily grinned, "Well, have you ever noticed how they hug his...assets just right?"
Lily giggled, "Emily! You can't just say things like that."
"Why not? We can masturbate to the idea of him, but we can't talk about it?" Emily asked, a playful smirk on her lips.
Lily laughed, "Well, yeah, but we're not supposed to be staring at his...assets."
Emily rolled her eyes, "Says who? It's not like he's a priest. He's a hot, single professor. I'm sure he's noticed the attention."
Lily bit her lip, considering Emily's words. "You think so?"
Emily cocked her head sarcasticly, "do I think the single, hot, bulge so big it's like a third leg, professor is aware of the attention he gets? Yeah, Lily, I do."
Lily's eyes widened and she stuttered, "Emily, you can't just say things like that!"
Emily shrugged, "Why not? You said it last night, 'I'd drop to my knees for him without a second thought' imagine how many other girls would too."
Lily giggled nervously, "Well, yeah, but that's just us. I mean, not that it's just us, but you know what I mean."
Emily smirked, "Exactly, Lily. It's not just us. I've seen the way some of the other girls look at him. And I'm not talking about the 'he's my professor, I respect him' kind of look. I'm talking about the 'I want to sit on his face' kind of look."
Lily choked on her coffee, her eyes wide.
"Emily, you can't just say things like that!"
Emily raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye, "It's not like I'm wrong. And trust me, it's not just us."
"But we should at least try to be...discreet. You know, not make it too obvious." Lily said, her voice barely above a whisper, as if worried someone might overhear them.
Emily snapped her fingers before mischievously saying, "right. don't get kicked out of college for fucking the breaks off our professor." Emily shot Lily a playful wink, and Lily couldn't help but laugh.
Emily laughed, "Don't worry, Lily. I have no intention of doing anything that would get us kicked out. Yet."
They entered the Engineering College Lecture Hall, the heavy wooden doors creaking shut behind them. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights, casting long shadows across the rows of steel-gray seats. The dais at the front of the room was empty, save for the chalkboard and the lectern, waiting for Professor Shaw's arrival.
Emily led the way down the aisle, her heels clicking on the polished floor.
She chose two seats in the second row, dead center, leaving the first row empty. Lily followed, her steps hesitant, still not entirely comfortable in her new attire.
"Here we go," Emily said, dropping her bag onto the seat and taking her place. Lily sat down beside her, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the other students filing in.
Emily leaned over, her voice low, "See anyone else dressed like they're wearing a tent?"
Lily batted her eyelashes, feigning innocence. "I don't know what you're talking about, Em."
Emily chuckled, her gaze sweeping over the students around them. Most were dressed in the usual college fare - jeans, T-shirts, sneakers - but a few stood out, their baggy clothes hiding their figures, much like Lily's used to.
"Oh, look," Emily said, her voice barely above a whisper, jerking her chin towards the front of the room.
"Speak of the devil."
Lily's eyes followed Emily's gaze, her breath hitching slightly as Professor Shaw entered the lecture hall. He was dressed in a crisp, white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing tanned, muscular forearms. His dark blue pants hugged his legs just right, and Lily couldn't help but notice the way his belt accentuated his lean waist. He carried a leather briefcase in one hand, his other hand running through his salt-and-pepper hair, pushing it back off his forehead.
His blue eyes scanned the room, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he greeted his students with a nod.
"Good morning, everyone," he said, his voice deep and resonant, causing a ripple of greetings to echo through the lecture hall. He set his briefcase down on the lectern, opening it to pull out a stack of papers.
Emily leaned over to Lily, her voice barely a whisper, "Do you think he's wearing boxers or briefs today?"
Lily's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help but play along.
"commando?" she replied, her voice barely audible.
Emily's eyes widened, and she let out a low whistle. "Now that's a thought. Imagine Professor Shaw, all powerful and commanding, standing before us in nothing but his pants, his...assets swaying freely."
Lily bit her lip, trying to suppress a giggle. "Emily, stop it. You're making me blush."
Emily grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That's the point, Lily. We deserve a little fun, don't we?After all, it's not every day we get to sit in a lecture hall, drooling over our professor like a couple of horny teenagers."
Lily giggled, fanning herself with her hand. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"
Emily just smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Maybe. But at least I'm not the only one enjoying the view."
Lily followed Emily's gaze to the front of the room, where Professor Shaw was now writing his name on the chalkboard in neat, precise letters.
"Jonathan Shaw," he said, turning to face the class. "And yes, you can call me Jonathan. I'm not one for formalities. Now, let's begin."
Emily leaned over to Lily, her voice barely a whisper. "I could call him a lot of things, but 'Jonathan' isn't one of them."
Lily giggled, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the sound. Professor Shaw, or rather, Jonathan, looked up from his notes, his blue eyes scanning the room.
He paused, his gaze lingering on the front row, where Emily and Lily sat, their eyes locked onto him. He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he knew exactly what they were thinking.
The barely contained bulge in his pants seemed to grow, a small twitch visible even from where Emily and Lily sat.
Emily felt a warmth spread through her, settling between her legs. She shifted in her seat, trying to relieve the sudden pressure. Beside her, Lily squirmed, her cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink.
"Now, where were we?" Jonathan asked, turning back to the chalkboard. His voice was steady, his demeanor calm.
Emily leaned over to Lily, her voice barely a whisper, "it's a fucking slip'n slide in my panties right now."
"Same. I feel like I'm sitting in a sauna." Lily squirmed in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position, but her leggings left little to the imagination, and she was acutely aware of the dampness between her thighs.
She glanced at Emily, who seemed unfazed, her eyes locked onto Professor Shaw. Lily envied her ability to maintain composure, even as her own body betrayed her. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on the lecture, but it was no use. Every word that fell from Professor Shaw's lips was like a caress, sending shivers down her spine.
Emily, seemingly oblivious to Lily's discomfort, leaned over and whispered, "I wonder if he'd let us take a closer look at his 'equipment' after class. You know, for 'educational purposes'." She air-quoted the last part, a mischievous glint in her eye.
The blood vessel in Lily's temples throbbed at attention, her pussy clenching at the thought. "You're impossible, Emily," she whispered back, her voice barely audible over the din of the lecture.
Emily just grinned, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "And you love it."
Lily couldn't argue with that. She did love Emily's wild, carefree attitude. It was infectious, and it made Lily feel alive in a way she hadn't felt in years.
Professor Shaw, or rather, Jonathan, was now mid-lecture, his voice deep and commanding as he spoke about the intricacies of fluid dynamics.