Changes on Campus

As it turned out, Emma actually had signed up at least a dozen volunteers for the study over the course of that evening, and Kelly spent much of the next day, Sunday, trying to figure out the best things to actually do with them, along with organizing her notes and recordings. At least, that’s how she spent those portions of the day that she did not spend in bed with her vibrator. She found herself considerably more wound up than usual.

She also received two separate administrative emails that she found more interesting than usual. The first was a loosening of the school dress code, on the supposed basis of the continued hot weather and also “input from the Student Council.” The second simply stated that Dr. David Anderson from the Biology department had been placed on indefinite leave due to “violations of the Faculty Code of Conduct.” Kelly had a feeling that she knew what this actually meant. There but for the grace of God.

Her class Monday morning had a much wider range of fashion than usual, from a couple of girls who wore baggy t-shirts and jeans that weren’t so different from the usual outfit when Kelly was in school, all the way to a few girls who basically wore bikini tops and short shorts similar to what Emma had worn to the party. Full female toplessness was still apparently a bridge too far. However, a few of the guys went without shirts as well, and Kelly could already hear the arguments in her head that the difference in standards for nipple exposure between the genders was anachronistic in today’s more progressive environment.

Emma sat in her same spot in the back of the class. She had elected to wear what was essentially a white strip of cloth over her breasts that, while it covered slightly more than some of the other outfits, was so form-fitting and semi-transparent that it might as well not have been there. She arrived at the classroom with just a friendly nod to Kelly as she walked past, acting for all the world as if she hadn’t tried to get her professor to fuck her in front of a bunch of people over the weekend.

One of the things that had drawn Kelly to sociology in the first place was that things like changing dress codes were all part of the subject matter, and she veered off her lesson plan for a student discussion. She found that her class did have at least a handful of students (all women, which seemed like it was unlikely to be a coincidence) who were vocally against what they called the “sluttification” of the culture. Kelly would have expected these girls’ opposition to stem from their conservative and/or religious backgrounds, but for the most part she found this not to be the case (conservatives tended not to be drawn to sociology as a field, in any case).

“I’m not anti-sex,” said one slightly heavier girl with thick glasses. “I just feel like I have better things to do with my time than spend all of it worrying about men’s dicks or whatever. The world has so many problems, I want to focus on that.”

“See, I don’t think it’s your intention,” said a girl with shorter blue hair and a nose stud, wearing a floral bikini top that showed off her tattoos, “but I resent the idea that just because I like to have sex that I’m not concerned about the climate or the war in Ethiopia or seventeen other things. I see this all the time on BluTube, people acting like other people are bad for ever having a good time because there is still bad stuff going on.”

“I just think the sex can be demeaning,” a short girl with dark hair said from the front row. “I’m more than just my body, you know?”

“Don’t be such a Crit, Elena,” responded the girl with blue hair. “I’ve seen your BluTube feed. I know how much of a Size Queen you are.”

“That’s not in class, though,” Elena protested. “Things aren’t black and white, they’re complicated. And if you’ve seen my feed, you know I post about LGBTQ issues, pictures of my dogs… all kinds of stuff.”

“And I want to step in here,” Kelly said, “and say that we need to keep this discussion civil and without name calling. I don’t want to hear anyone else called a ‘Crit’ in my class, OK?”

Kelly watched her students murmur to each other at the revelation that she knew what “Crit” meant with some satisfaction. Soon after, the conversation turned to Dr. Anderson’s suspension. Her students seemed to know quite a bit more than she did about the situation, including that the man had been “caught balls deep” with “two of his TAs” by another student arriving for office hours. Opinion on this seemed to be much more unanimous, and that opinion was that the professor had done nothing wrong and his punishment was a great injustice.

“So, the whole reason that teachers banging students is so wrong is because of the power dynamics, right?” said one of the girls who had been railing against ‘sluttification’ a few minutes earlier. “We don’t want younger people to be exploited by older people with power over them? But I’m pretty sure in this case, if anything, the girls were the ones doing the exploiting. I mean, right? Trust me, older guys don’t know what to do when girls our age just throw themselves at them. They haven’t figured out that pussy is not a scarce resource any more like it used to be. It’d be one thing if he said he’d fire them if they didn’t have a three-way with him or whatever. But, like, why would he? He could just get two other girls to do it if they didn’t.”

Several of them discussed attending a protest planned on the Quad for later that week pushing for Dr. Anderson’s reinstatement.

After class, Emma stopped up at the podium to talk to her again. “I do have those four tickets to the Serena Gimenez movie, Confessions of a Slut,” she pointed out. “I was thinking you and I, a couple guys… I mean, as a study opportunity, right?”

Kelly examined this girl, and thought she seemed a little too proud of herself. Though the offer was indeed tempting, including for reasons she couldn’t quite articulate.

“I’ll think about it,” Kelly told her. “In the meantime, I have a request.”

“Sure, Doc,” Emma replied. “Whaddaya need?”

“I want you to show me around BluTube,” Kelly said. She saw Emma bite her lip. “Is that going to be a problem?”

“Not necessarily,” the girl said. “I take it you don’t already have an account?”

“I don’t,” the professor confirmed. “It’s my understanding I need an invitation?”

“You need three,” Emma said. “The whole idea is it’s for us youths, by us youths. Maybe to start I could show you my account, so you can get an idea? But I gotta warn ya, there are a lot of dick pics. Like, a lot a lot.”

“If I was afraid of penises,” Kelly told her, “I would have quit already.”

“Got it, not afraid of penises. Good to know.”

Emma’s grin was wide and sincere. Kelly found the girl genuinely impossible to read sometimes. The girl was so thoroughly comfortable in her own skin, a concept that felt entirely alien to Kelly. This gave even Emma’s most lecherous overtures a somehow wholesome quality. It was like a watching a porno produced by Walt Disney.

A while later, Kelly arrived back at her office, hoping to get some lesson planning done before her afternoon class. First, though, she stopped and looked out her window overlooking the Quad. She liked to take a breath every once in a while and take in the view of the small but bucolic campus. Today, though, she still felt tense. Maybe it was the way Emma had looked at her, or the shirtless boys in class. It made the view less satisfying than usual.

Then she noticed a boy and a girl embracing in the midst of the trees below. He was shirtless, well-muscled, a shock of blonde hair on his head. She was a brunette, with long curly hair cascading over her shoulders. The pair were kissing, or, as Kelly thought might be more accurate, inhaling each other’s faces. Their respective book bags sat by their feet. Other students walked by on a nearby path maybe twenty feet away, completely ignoring them.

Two young lovers making out on the Quad was not, in and of itself, so unusual. What Kelly had not seen before from her window was what happened next, which was the boy backing the girl up against the nearest tree, then kneeling in front of her and pulling down her shorts. She did not appear to be wearing any underwear. He then dove in, licking at her bare snatch in the dappled sunlight.

Kelly watched the girl’s head lean back against the trunk, eyes closed, mouth slightly open. One of the spaghetti straps of her top slipped off a pale shoulder. She put a hand on her partner’s head, holding him against her.

Fuck, Kelly was so wet. She felt the cumulative effect of the past several days as a deep need between her legs, almost a literal ache. Barely realizing what she was doing, her fingers slipped inside her waistband. She dipped the tip of a finger inside herself, and it was like a nerve ran directly from there to her brain.

Below her, the boy rose to his feet and guided the girl to turn around. Kelly could see the girl’s cute little pale butt as her finger brushed over her own clit. The boy pulled out a cock that made Kelly salivate even at this distance, which he then pushed into her from behind. She could see the girl’s eyes bulge. Then he started to fuck her, slamming his cock into her over and over. On the other side of the tree, their fellow students were still walking from class to class.

Kelly rubbed herself faster and faster, feeling her body tense further around her hand as she did. She watched the girl’s mouth fall open, her curly hair falling into her face. Her top slipped down further, revealing a single small breast. Kelly imagined herself as the girl, getting fucked from behind by that big cock in full view of her classmates, the sun and breeze on her bare ass.

She was quickly getting close. Then she watched the girl spot one of her friends walking past on the path, pull one hand off the tree trunk, and wave. The other girl spotted her and waved back.

Then the boy grabbed a handful of his partner’s brown hair and pulled her back toward him. The girl’s back arched while he kept pounding into her pussy.

Kelly didn’t see what happened next, because she closed her eyes as she came hard on her own finger. Her mouth opened in a perfect, tense “o” as she did, every muscle in her body stretched taut. She rode the wave for several seconds, feeling the nerve pulses of her orgasm cascade down into her fingertips, even her toes. She could barely stand up.

Then she opened her eyes again, pulling her hand out of her pants. She could see the boy leaning heavily on the girl, his cock pulling out of her, his jizz leaking from her hole. She had a wide, dreamy smile on her face. Then she twisted her head around and kissed him, using plenty of tongue.

Still sagging heavily, Kelly walked away from the window and plopped down into the chair behind her desk. Fuck. She really, really, really needed to get laid.