Chapter 4: Climax
In the dimly lit bedroom, the air was thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of sex. The quiet hum of the nearby clock seemed to slow down time, each second stretching into an eternity as the characters awaited their next instructions. Mr. G, ever the composed observer, stood by the bookshelf, his eyes scanning the array of bound knowledge that had been his faithful companions for so many years. Yet, tonight, he found himself more intrigued by the living, breathing puzzle that was Ava, Alexa, and Klara.
Ava sat on the edge of the bed, her legs pressed tightly together, her shoulders hunched slightly inward.
Her dark eyes were wide with a mix of anticipation and fear, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. Her hands rested on her thighs, her long, slender fingers digging into her flesh, leaving small crescent-shaped indentations in her skin. She looked up at Mr. G, her lips parted slightly, her eyes filled with a silent question.
Mr. G stood before her, his eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, and the faint tremble of her hands. He could see the raw desire in her eyes, the need for something more, something deeper.
He took a step closer, his voice a low rumble in his throat. "Ava, what do you want?"
Ava swallowed hard, her dark eyes locked onto his. "I want... I want you to fuck me, Mr. G. I want you to make me feel like those toys did. I want you to make me feel alive," she whispered, her voice filled with a raw, primal hunger.
Mr. G's heart pounded in his chest as he took in the sight of the young woman before him, her body trembling with anticipation and desire.
He had spent a lifetime teaching, molding young minds, and now, here he was, on the precipice of something entirely different. He looked into Ava's dark eyes, saw the raw hunger and yearning within, and knew that he couldn't deny her.
He reached out, his hand cupping her face, his thumb brushing against her soft cheek. "Are you sure about this, Ava?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, his heart hammering in his chest. "Once we start, there's no going back."
Ava nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "I'm sure, Mr. G.
I want you to fuck me, Mr. G. I want you to make me feel alive." Ava's voice was low and throaty, her dark eyes glistening with desire and determination.
Mr. G's heart thudded in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked down at Ava. He had spent his life teaching, guiding young minds, but never had he been faced with such raw, primal hunger. He saw the need in Ava's eyes, the yearning for something more, something he knew he could give her.
"Stand up, Ava," he commanded, his voice firm and steady despite the turmoil within him.
She rose to her feet, her body trembling with anticipation and need. Mr. G stepped closer, his hands reaching out to slowly remove her clothing. He started with her top, his fingers tracing the line of her shoulders as he peeled it off, revealing her firm, small breasts. He tossed it aside, his eyes roaming over her tight stomach, her slim waist, and the curve of her hips. Next, he unbuttoned her pants, his fingers lingering on the smooth skin of her stomach as he pushed them down her legs. Ava stepped out of them, her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
She stood naked before him, her body trembling with anticipation and need. Mr. G's eyes roamed over her, taking in every curve, every line of her body. He could see the goosebumps rising on her skin, the flush of arousal on her cheeks. He reached out, his hands gently cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. Ava let out a soft moan, her head falling back, her eyes closed as she reveled in the sensation.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Ava," Mr. G murmured, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Ava, I need you to face the bed for me. Yes, just like that. Now, ass up, love." Ava's eyes fluttered open, her dark pupils dilated with anticipation. She nodded, her voice a soft whisper. "Yes, sir." She turned to face the bed, her heart pounding in her chest as she felt the heat of Mr. G's gaze on her. She lowered herself to the bed, her body trembling slightly as she adjusted her position. She felt the cool sheets beneath her, the rough fabric of the comforter against her skin. She looked back at him, her dark eyes seeking his approval, her body aching with need. Mr. G watched as Ava positioned herself on the bed, her body bent over the mattress, her ass raised in the air.
He felt a surge of desire as he looked at her, her skin flushed with arousal, her dark hair cascading down her back. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her ass cheek, his fingers gripping her firm flesh.
He spanked her hard, his palm connecting with her skin with a resounding smack. Ava let out a sharp gasp, her body jolting at the impact. She looked back at him, her dark eyes wide with surprise and a mix of pleasure and pain. "Fuck, Mr. G, that was... intense," she panted, her voice laced with a mix of shock and arousal. Mr. G’s heart pounded in his chest as he watched her, his cock throbbing with a surge of desire. He knew that she craved more, that she wanted to feel alive, to feel truly alive.
His hand moved to spank her again, harder this time, the smack resonating through the room. Alexa and Klara gasped. Ava's body shuddered at the impact, her breath hitching in her throat as she took in the stinging sensation. "Fuck, Mr. G," she gasped, her dark eyes watering slightly as she looked back at him over her shoulder. The sound of flesh on flesh echoed in the otherwise quiet room, each slap punctuating the air with a sharp crack.
Ava's ass cheeks reddened with each strike, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Mr. G's cock throbbed with each spank, his body growing more rigid, his desire intensifying with each heated slap against her skin. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could see the goosebumps rise on her flesh as she squirmed under his touch. He stepped closer, his cock brushing against her thigh, the heat and hardness of it impossible to ignore.
"You're so fucking responsive, Ava," he growled, his voice thick with desire. He could feel the pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock, could feel the way his body ached for her. He reached down, his hand wrapping around his shaft, his fingers gripping tightly as he stroked himself, the movement slow and steady.
He positioned himself behind Ava, his cock brushing against her heated flesh. He looked down at her, her body trembling with anticipation, her dark eyes locked onto his. "Ready for me, Ava?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, thick with desire.
Mr. G slid his cock into her stretched asshole, the feelings of tightness and heat enveloping him immediately. He groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed deeper, her body taking him in inch by inch. Ava let out a sharp gasp, her body tensing at the initial intrusion, her eyes watering slightly. "Fuck, Mr. G, you're so fucking big," she panted, her voice filled with a mix of shock and awe.
Mr. G paused, giving her body time to adjust to his size, his cock throbbing deep inside her.
Ava exhaled deeply, her muscles slowly relaxing, her body opening up to him. He watched as her shoulders slumped slightly, her dark hair falling forward, her sharp intake of breath signaling her acceptance of his invasion.
Mr. G began to move, slowly at first, his hips pumping against her reddened ass, his cock sliding in and out of her stretched asshole. Ava let out a low moan, her body trembling with the intense sensation, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her, her knuckles turning white with the effort. He could feel her inner muscles clenching around him, gripping him tightly as he thrust deeper into her.
He looked down at her, his eyes taking in the sight of her body, her dark hair cascading down her back, her shoulders hunched slightly, her body aching with the intensity of their connection.
He groaned as he slid balls deep into her ass, her body enveloping him completely. Then, without warning, his hand came down hard on her ass cheek, the smack resonating through the room. Ava let out a scream, her body jerking at the impact, her inner muscles clenching around his cock in response to the sudden sting.
"Fuck, Mr. G! That hurt!" she cried out, her voice a mix of pain and arousal. Her dark eyes watered slightly as she looked back at him, her body shuddering with the force of his thrust and the sting of his hand. He could see the red handprint on her flesh, the sight sending a wave of desire crashing through him. He leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear. "That was just the beginning, Ava," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you hard." He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to thrust into her with more force, his hips slapping against her reddened ass with each powerful drive. Ava cried out, her body convulsing with the intense sensations, her dark hair flying around her face as she gasped for breath. She could feel the sheer power behind each thrust, the raw, primal need that drove him forward. Mr. G's breath came in harsh pants, his body slick with sweat as he pounded into her, his cock stretching her tight hole with each merciless thrust. "Fuck, Mr. G, it hurts so good!" Ava exclaimed, her voice laced with a mix of pain and pleasure.
Klara, who had been watching them intently, suddenly nudged Alexa, "You want to trade toys?"
Alexa eagerly accepts Klara's offer. She takes the 9 inch dildo that Klara was riding in exchange for the inflatable plug. Both girls slowly inflate the new toy into each others gaping holes.
Mr. G continues to fuck Ava, occasionally stopping to spank her reddened cheeks, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing through the room with each resounding smack. Ava's body jolts with each impact, her inner muscles clenching around his cock in response to the sudden sting. The air is thick with the scent of sex and the sounds of their combined moans and gasps.
“Fuck, Mr. G! Harder!” she begs, her voice a desperate plea for more of his intense punishment. Each spank leaves a fresh handprint on her reddened flesh, the sight of which sends a wave of primal desire crashing through Mr. G. He can feel the heat radiating from her, the raw energy that pulses through her body as he drives into her with increasing force. Ava shudders, having the first anal orgasm of her life.
Mr. G dismounts her and lies on the bed beside her, his cock still fully erect. "Who's next?" he inquires, his voice hoarse with desire and exertion. He turns his head to look at Alexa and Klara, his eyes scanning the two young women who had been watching their encounter with rapt attention.
Klara, ever the eager one, steps forward first, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. "I am," she purrs, her voice low and sultry. She climbs onto the bed, crawling towards Mr. G on her hands and knees, her hips swaying seductively. She reaches out, her hand wrapping around his cock, her fingers stroking the length of his shaft. She leans down, her blond hair falling in a curtain around her face as she captures his lips in a hungry kiss.
Mr. G feels her hand guide his cock to her entrance, and then, she climbs on top of him cowgirl style, slowly lowering her body onto him. Klara gasps as she feels him fill her, her eyes fluttering closed, her forehead resting against his. "Oh, fuck," she moans, her body already beginning to move, her hips grinding against him.
Mr. G groans, his hands gripping her hips as she rides him, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Fuck, Klara, you're so tight. I thought those toys would have loosened you up a little." he growls, his voice a low rumble in his throat. He can feel the heat of her, the way her body clenches around him, and it's all he can do not to thrust up into her, to meet her movements with his own.
But he knows she needs a moment to adjust, so he waits, his breath coming in short gasps, his cock throbbing with the effort of holding back.
Klara's body trembles as she slowly attempts to move, her hips lifting up and then lowering down onto him again, her breath coming in short, shallow gasps. She's tightly wound, her muscles taut and tense, her body fighting the intrusion. Mr. G can see the struggle in her eyes, the way her lips are pressed tightly together, her jaw set in determination. He reaches up, his hand cupping her face, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone. "Shh, Klara," he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. "You're doing great.
Now, try riding me a little faster, Klara. Let your body take control." Mr. G's voice was calm and reassuring, his hands guiding her hips as she began to move more quickly, her body adjusting to the new tempo. Klara's eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in quicker gasps as she picked up the pace, her hips grinding against his with more urgency. She could feel the heat building between them, the friction of his cock filling her, the tightness of her body giving way to the rhythm of their fucking.
Alexa watched, her eyes wide with anticipation as she rode the dildo that Klara had once been using. Seeing Klara in control, taking what she wanted, spurred something within her. She began to move faster herself, her hips lifting and dropping, the fake cock filling her, stretching her.
Watching Klara find her rhythm, her body opening up to Mr. G, had Alexa feeling the same stirrings. She could feel her own body responding, her nipples hardening, her pussy throbbing with need. She looked over at Klara, her hands gripping the bedsheets as she slid up and down the length of Mr. G's shaft, her body taking control.
"Fuck, Mr. G, you feel so good," Klara moaned, her voice low and breathy. She felt her body adjusting to his size, her hips moving faster, her body opening up to him. She looked down at him, her blue eyes locked onto his, her blond hair falling in waves around her shoulders. She could see the desire in his eyes, could feel the heat of his gaze on her body.
"Good girl, Klara," he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand slipped between their bodies, his fingers finding her drenched pussy. He rubbed her clit, his touch sure and firm, making her gasp with pleasure. "That's it, baby. Ride me like you mean it."
Klara felt a wave of heat rush through her, her body responding to his touch, to his words. She felt powerful, in control, with Mr. G's cock filling her, his fingers playing her like an instrument. She leaned forward, her hands bracing herself on his chest, her hips moving faster, her body taking what it needed.
Alexa watched, her own body aching with desire. She could feel the slickness between her thighs, could feel the way her body responded to the sight of Klara riding Mr. G, to the sounds of their combined moans and gasps.
"Look at you, Klara, riding my cock like a good little slut," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Your tight little pucker is milking my cock." He reached up, his hand gripping her hair, pulling her head back slightly. "I bet you like being used, don't you, Klara? You like being my dirty little fucktoy."
Klara's breath hitched, her body responding to his words, her hips moving faster, grinding down on him harder. "Yes, Mr. G," she moaned, her voice low and breathy. "I'm your dirty little fucktoy. Use me, Mr. G. Fuck me hard."
Mr. G groaned, his grip on her hair tightening, his body tensing as she rode him, her words sending a surge of desire through him.
He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it faster and harder, the tips of his fingers massaging the sensitive nub. Klara gasped, her body responding immediately, her hips moving faster, chasing the pleasure building between her legs. Mr. G inserted two fingers into her pussy, his fingers curling upward, seeking out the rough patch of skin that he knew would drive her wild.
The combination of his cock in her ass and his fingers in her pussy was too much for Klara. She felt a ripple of pleasure building within her, a sensation that was almost too much to bear. She felt her body tensing, her muscles clenching around Mr. G's cock and fingers, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
Suddenly, she felt a release, a wave of pleasure so intense that it sent her spiraling out of control. She felt her body convulse, her pussy squirting its juices onto Mr. G's stomach, her ass clamping down on his cock. "Fuck!" she cried out, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm. She could feel the hot liquid gushing out of her, her body trembling with the intensity of her release.
Klara's ass tightened around Mr. G's cock in response, her muscles clenching him like a vice. Mr. G groaned, his fingers still working her pussy, drawing out every last shudder of her orgasm. He could feel the heat of her, the slickness of her juices coating his stomach, the way her body gripped him, milking him, urging him to join her in ecstasy.
The sudden tightness of Klara's ass around his cock was nearly his undoing. He gritted his teeth, his body tensing as he fought for control. He could feel the pressure building in his groin, the heat and tightness of her body pushing him to the edge. He wanted to let go, to unleash the storm within him, but he held back, wanting to savor the moment, to draw out her pleasure as long as possible. But he knew he couldn't. He still had to fuck Alexa's ass.
When Klara regained her composure, she climbed off Mr. G's cock, a string of her cum and his pre-cum connecting them for a brief moment. Then, in a move that caught both Mr. G and Alexa completely off guard, she unexpectedly stuck his cock in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head, tasting their combined juices. Mr. G's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't protest, the sensation of her warm, wet mouth sending shivers through him.
"Fuck, Klara," he gasped, his hands instinctively tangling in her hair. "What are you doing?"
Klara looked up at him, her blue eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "I want to taste us, Mr. G. I said this was part of my ideal anal experience. Don't you remember?" she said, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked up at Mr. G, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Klara looked over at Alexa, her blue eyes locking onto her friend's. "He's all yours," she said, her voice a low purr.
"Go on, Alexa, get on the bed."
Mr. G got up off the bed and told Alexa to lie down on her back. Alexa eagerly complied, her heart pounding with anticipation as she lay down, her eyes locked onto Mr. G's. She could see the desire in his eyes, the raw hunger that drove him forward. She spread her legs wide, her body aching with need, her pussy already throbbing with desire.
He grabbed her ankles and placed them above his shoulders. They were in a position known as the anvil, which allows easy anal entry. "You ready" Mr. G. asked , his voice low and husky, "Are you ready for me to fuck your ass, Alexa?" He leaned over her, his eyes locking onto hers, his breath hot on her face. Alexa's eyes widened at his words, her breath hitching in her throat as she felt a surge of arousal at his bluntness. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "Yes, sir." Mr. G. positioned himself between her legs, his cock already slick with Klara's juices and his pre-cum. He rubbed the head against her asshole, teasing her slightly before pushing in, the tight ring of muscle giving way to his insistent pressure. Alexa gasped, her body tensing as he pushed deeper, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her, her nails digging into the soft fabric. Mr. G.
placed one hand on either side of Alexa's body, his palms pressing against the mattress, his fingers splayed out, his grip firm. He began to thrust his hips, slowly at first, his cock sliding deeper into her ass with each deliberate move. Alexa's body tensed initially, her muscles tightening around his invasion, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She looked up at him, her dark eyes wide with a mix of shock and awe. "Fuck, Mr. G, you're so big," she panted, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension.
Mr. G leaned over her, his body hovering above hers, his muscles taut with the effort of holding back. "Shh, Alexa," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "Relax your body. Let me in.
His thrusts deepen and quicken, his body tensing as he pushes into her with more force. Alexa's breath hitches, her body adjusting to the new rhythm, her hips meeting his thrusts in time, her breath coming in shorter gasps. "Fuck, Mr. G, that's it," she moans, her voice laced with a mix of pain and pleasure. "Harder."
Mr. G leans down, his chest pressing against hers, his lips capturing her in a fierce kiss. His hands grip her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounds into her, his cock filling her completely with each powerful thrust. Alexa can feel the heat of his body, the sheer force of his desire, as he takes her, claiming her body as his own.
Klara and Ava, eager to support their friend, begin to encourage her, their voices low and sultry with arousal.
“That’s it, Alexa,” Klara purrs, her eyes locked onto the sight of Mr. G’s cock sliding in and out of Alexa’s ass. “Take his big cock like the dirty little slut you are. You know you want it, don’t you?”
Ava, not wanting to be left out, chimes in, her voice husky with desire. “Come on, Alexa. Show us what you’re made of. Let him fuck that tight little ass of yours. Milk that cock dry with your pooper.”
"Yeah, let him fuck your shit box" Klara squeals.
Alexa’s breath hitches as she hears their words, their encouragement sending a fresh wave of desire coursing through her.
She feels the heat building between her legs, the arousal growing with each thrust of Mr. G’s cock. She looks up at him, her dark eyes locked onto his, and she finds her voice, low and husky with desire. "You like that, don't you, Mr. G?" she taunts, her voice filled with a mix of defiance and arousal. "You like fucking my ass, don't you? You like seeing how much I can take in my shitter, don't you?" She gasps as he thrusts deeper, the sting of pleasure-pain making her body tremble. "Fuck me harder, Mr. G. Make me take every inch of your cock. Show me what a real man can do."
Mr. G groans, his body tensing at her words, his cock throbbing with each thrust.
He leans down, his chest pressing against hers, his lips capturing hers in a fierce kiss. Alexa pulls her feet down, planting them on his chest, shifting her body into a position known as the launch pad. The change in angle allows him to go deeper, his cock sliding further into her ass with each powerful thrust.
"Fuck, Alexa!" Mr. G gasps, his breath hot on her face. His hands grip her hips tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pounds into her, the new position allowing him to hit her g-spot with every thrust. Alexa moans, her body adjusting to the new sensation, her hips meeting his thrusts in time. "That's it, baby," he growls, his voice thick with desire.
"Feel that? Your pussy's dripping, isn't it? You love having my cock in your ass, don't you?"
Alexa moans, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yes, Mr. G," she cries out, her voice filled with a mix of pain and pleasure. "I fucking love it. I can feel it, Mr. G.
I can feel it!" Alexa's eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling with the intense sensation. Klara and Ava couldn't help but cheer him on. "Come on, Mr. G!" Klara urged, her voice filled with excitement. "Show her what you've got! Fuck her poop chute like she's never been fucked before!" Ava chimed in, her voice eager and encouraging. "That's right, Mr. G! Make her feel it! Make her beg for more! Cum in her stink tunnel"
Their encouragement sent a surge of adrenaline through Mr. G, pushing him to fuck Alexa harder, to take her deeper, to claim her body as his own. He could feel the heat building between them, the tension growing with each powerful thrust. He felt like a god, like a conqueror, like a king. And he loved it. The sight of them, the sound of their voice, the feel of her body around him was too much. Mr. G felt the pressure building, the heat radiating from her body pushing him closer and closer to the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock exploding as he came, ropes of cum shooting into her ass. Alexa cried out, her body convulsing around him, her inner muscles clenching him tightly as he filled her with his release. She felt herself release as she squirted her juices.
Mr. Glenn pulls out of Alexa, his cock still throbbing with the last of his orgasm. He looks down at her, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You were amazing, Alexa," he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. He leans down, his lips capturing hers in a tender kiss. It's a kiss filled with affection and gratitude, a kiss that speaks of the connection they share. He releases her lips, his eyes soft as he looks down at her. "Thank you," he whispers, his voice barely above a whisper.
He turns his attention to the other two girls, his gaze soft and appreciative. He smiles at Ava, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he leans down to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. He turns to Klara next, his smile widening as he leans down to kiss her as well.
"And you, my dear, were absolutely fantastic," he murmurs, his voice filled with warmth and admiration. "Now you all have some experience." He looks at each of them in turn, his eyes soft with affection and pride. "So, what do you think? Did we make a good team?"
Ava, who had been lying on the bed watching them, speaks up first. "Well, I think we did alright," she says, a playful smirk on her lips. "But I have to say, Mr. G, you're a lot more demanding than I remember from history class."
The three of them laugh softly at her words, the tension of their previous activities easing as they relax together.
Klara, still lying next to Mr. G, looks up at him with a thoughtful expression.
"You know, Mr. G, I think we've all gained some pretty valuable insights today," Ava says, her voice soft and reflective. "We've each explored a different aspect of ourselves, and I think that's something worth discussing." She turns her head to look at Klara and Alexa, a warm smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, we should compare notes," Klara agrees, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "I mean, we've all just had anal sex with the same man, right? That's got to be worth a debrief." Alexa nods in agreement, her dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "Absolutely. Let's do it.
Mr. G looked at the three women, their bodies still glowing with the heat of their shared experience, their eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and satisfaction. He smiled, his heart filled with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. "You know, when I suggested we meet up today, I had no idea it would lead to this," he said, his voice soft and reflective. "But I'm glad it did." He looked at each of them in turn, his eyes filled with affection. "You three are incredible. Each of you in your own way." He smiled, a soft, genuine smile that touched the corners of his eyes.
A sudden chime from a nearby iPhone cut through the air, breaking the moment. Klara reached for her phone, glancing at the screen. "Shit, it's late!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening with realization.
"Oh fuck, I have an exam tomorrow!" Klara's sudden exclamation jolted the others back to the reality of their commitments. The relaxed post-sex atmosphere evaporated instantly, replaced by a sudden sense of urgency.
"Shit, me too," Alexa chimed in, her dark eyes reflecting the same panic. She quickly grabbed her clothes from the floor, her movements abrupt and hurried. Ava sat up, her brows furrowing as she looked at her own discarded clothes, the gravity of their situation suddenly dawning on her. "We should probably get going then," she said, her voice laced with concern. Mr. G watched the sudden shift in their demeanor, a hint of disappointment coloring his features. He knew their time was limited, but he hadn't expected it to end so abruptly.
He watched as the girls swiftly gathered their belongings, their earlier languid pace replaced by a sense of urgency. "Okay, girls. It was..." he began, but the door was already swinging open and they were spilling out, a chorus of hurried goodbyes trailing behind them.
"See you next Wednesday, Mr. G." Ava called over her shoulder as she darted out the door, the others close behind her. The sound of their retreating footsteps echoed down the hall, leaving Mr. G alone in the suddenly quiet room. He sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he shook his head in amusement at their abrupt departure. He knew he should have expected it; after all, they were students, and the demands of academia were relentless.