Chapter 5: The Rotating Pairs Exercise
Daniel stepped into the lecture hall and felt the weight of two dozen gazes settle on him. The room was warm, dusty light slanting through tall windows, and the air smelled of chalk and faint perfume. He took his usual seat near the middle of the tiered rows, and as he sat, he let his mind unfurl.
The compulsion was subtle this time. He didn't strip anyone. He didn't command. He simply reached out with that soft telepathic pressure and turned the dial on every woman under fifty in the room. Horniness. Need. A low, simmering ache that built beneath their skin. Their inhibitions stayed exactly where they'd been, so each woman felt the heat rising and had no idea why, and no reason to fight it.
The effect was immediate. A blonde two rows ahead shifted in her seat, pressing her thighs together. The girl with implants at the end of his row adjusted her top, her enormous breasts straining against the thin fabric. Kate caught his eye from across the aisle and smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips, and he felt her heat spike as his power brushed her.
Professor Marchetti entered through the side door, silver-streaked hair pulled back in a tight bun, her gray eyes sweeping the room. She wore a loose silk blouse and a blazer, and under that, he knew, she was braless like every other woman on campus. Her heavy breasts moved with a slight, pendulous sway as she set her notes on the lectern.
"Good afternoon," she said. "Today we're continuing with the Renaissance. But first, a change of format. We'll be doing a rotating-pairs exercise, discussing primary source analysis."
A low murmur rippled through the room. Daniel kept his face neutral, but he felt the pulse of his power thrumming through every woman present. Marchetti's composure flickered for just a moment. Her hand pressed against the edge of the lectern, knuckles whitening, and she swallowed.
"Pair up," she said. "You have the first ten minutes for discussion. I'll be circulating."
The class shifted into motion, chairs scraping, students turning to face each other. Kate was already sliding into the seat beside Daniel before anyone else could claim him. She pressed her shoulder against his, and her voice was low, playful.
"Funny how we keep ending up together," she said. "Almost like fate."
"Or seating arrangements," he said.
She laughed, soft and warm, and leaned closer. Her heavy breasts rested against her folded arms on the desk, her wide pink nipples visible through her thin cotton top. "I've been thinking about you, Daniel. About the lecture hall. About what happened after."
"Me too."
"I've been thinking about your mouth." Her voice dropped to a whisper, meant only for him. "About what it would feel like on my nipples. I know you've touched them, but I've been imagining you sucking on them, hard, while I ride you."
The words hit him low and hot. He felt his own cock stir, and he reached under the desk, letting his hand rest on her thigh. Her skin was warm through her skirt, and she parted her legs slightly, a silent invitation.
"Keep talking," he said.
"I want you to fuck me in the library, against the stacks," she murmured, her eyes bright and unashamed. "I want your cock inside me while those dusty old books watch. I want you to come in my mouth afterwards, and I want to swallow every drop and then show you what's left on my tongue."
The bell for the rotation chimed. Kate squeezed his hand under the desk and slid back to her seat, leaving a trail of heat in her wake. The next student to take the seat beside him was tall and broad, with tan skin and freckles. The country girl. Her enormous breasts moved heavily under her loose shirt, her small rose nipples clearly outlined beneath the fabric.
She sat down with a calm, appraising look, her hands folded on the desk.
"Moo," she said, dryly.
Daniel laughed, surprising himself. "I wasn't expecting that."
"You were expecting me to pretend we didn't soak each other in milk last week?" Her eyes held his, steady and unblinking. "I'm not good at pretending, Daniel. I say what I mean."
"Good. So tell me what you mean."
Her gaze dropped to his lap, then back to his face. "I mean I've been thinking about your hands on my tits. How you milked me like I was a cow, and I loved it. I've been thinking about those hands with my legs spread."