A little tongue goes a long way!

As you enter the remedial politics class, you see Ayaddeen sitting at your shared desk. When you enter besides Casey, he scuffles a bit to the side, and makes room for you on your shared loveseat. He doesn't seem angry at you anymore, but you still bite your lips as you think back how you parted ways, yesterday.

As you take your place next to him, he swings an arm around you. "I'm sorry." he says. Oh wow, and he smells nice.

"N-no, I'm sorry." your respond, stammering a little. "You did nothing wrong, I just... you know, I am sure it hurt your feeling."

He raises his eyebrows, and you notice how they are as teal as his hair and his eye pupils. "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, we weren't even finished and I was already on the prowl again. That was really a mistake."

He leans towards you, and kisses your cheek. "One you will not make again, right?"

No. One that you will keep making. The dorm houses about 300 students? And see, Casey has set the task for the two of you: Fuck each one, observe what happens, and then fuck them again. Yes this is a tiny little bit fucked up, but Casey gets what she wants. Which doesn't mean that there can't be a few little distractions. You blush and lean in to Ayaddeen, slinging your right arm around his shoulders as well. "I was so bad. We should really finish up what we started yesterday, shouldn't we?"

He smiles and nods. You continue: "But, like, in private. No-one to interrupt."

"Glad to hear that!" he says, leaning forward again and this time your lips meet. His tongue probes past your gums, and you feel the blood shooting in your growing member. Nudging your head to the side, to give him fuller access, you retaliate with your own tock invading his mouth, atop of his tongue, and you smile as his eyes widen in surprise.

"Suck a bit" you whisper, while he can only mewl in response. But he is eager to pleasure your tock as best as he can, although you quickly grow too large for him to contain your engorged member. Your little tongues are teasing his big one, while he is inhaling you with a big gasp. While he sucks on your tock, it swiftly conquers his mouth and you also suck in a bit of his wet saliva, before brushing past his uvula. He splutters a bit, but his hand holds your neck tight, pressing you against his mouth. He really desperately wants you in him. It's a tiny, short moment of perfection.

"Rashid, Doe. Our lecture today will cover international negotiations, not personal ones." The green-bearded politics professor has not only entered the lecture room unnoticed by you, but stepped up to your table. "But to refresh the topic, could you quickly break down the differences between realism and institutionalism with regards to IR politics?"

His first word already worked on you like a shower of icy water, and your shut eyes open wide. Your erect tongue collapses so quickly that you have it hidden inside your mouth already when your kiss with Ayaddeen breaks. You can only hope that nobody has seen your member hanging out of your mouth, there.

Your shock about being questioned quickly fades: these are basic principles that you covered in your study time yesterday. One of your classmates begins giggling as you stammer a bit when you begin to answer the question. But the memory of your copied notes from yesterday helps you to regain your footing, and you finish more confidently, and the professor sighs.

"Good, Ms Doe." He musters your very liberal outfit. "And how does idealism compare there, Mr. Rashid?" Your class neighbor gives a quick summary as well, and then Professor O'Neell whirls around to Mr Ippermill, the one who had giggled before. Now, his summary of functionalism falls flat, and next O'Neell grills another student who guffawed at Ippermill. This whole pop quiz doesn't even take ten minutes, but it works. Everyone in class is silent and concentrating on their own notes, to not be caught by the prof. The green-haired man steps back to the whiteboard, where he regains his natural white hair (in your vision) and launches into another explanation on the next political theory.

Between following the prof and taking notes, you have no time at all to talk to Ayaddeen, and wouldn't even dare after the prof has singled you both out at the start. But, you can write a bit on a piece of paper that Ayaddeen has placed between you both.

• Private? With nobody to interrupt????
• Hey, kissing isn't sex
• ... So, free this evening?
• Nope, I'll be busy...
• Oh?
• Girl stuff with Cas and Ash. Sorry.
• So, when?
• This weekend?

You do have to keep sleeping around each day, so you can't even promise him Friday. And Cas wants to go shopping on Saturday. But at some point, Ayaddeen and you will have alone time. You vow that to yourself.

• What's your fav color btw?
• Green. And blue. Both
• Like, teal?
• yeah, tha's a good hue, I guess. ... Okay, your pink is also nice. ... And your fav food?
• Smoothies, I guess. Not too sweet. And different flavors

That is the thing which bothers you most, actually. That you can no longer properly chew the stuff that you put in your mouth. You mostly slurp stuff with your tongue, but you can also enter stuff between your gums the old fashioned way. Soft-boiled potato much, for example.

• And your fav food?
• Yo dick, this WE !!11
• Come on, srsly
• Hm, Tacos w/ goat cheese? And pasta casserole.

Ayaddeen has a different class than you afterwards, and you go with Cas and Ash to bio next.