Confessions of a Slut

Several of Kelly’s students skipped class the next day in order to attend a protest on the Quad regarding Dr. Anderson’s suspension, including most of those who might have dressed particularly provocatively. She chose to see this as a small mercy. She felt like she was losing control of herself, or perhaps more accurately that her pussy was gradually taking over for her brain.

She couldn’t remember ever feeling herself moisten in the middle of class before this semester. Now it seemed to happen several times per lecture. It didn’t seem to matter how many times she masturbated or orgasmed, it only seemed to make her even more horny.

From her office window, Kelly could see the crowd of protestors, which was surprisingly large. Many of the girls had chosen to go topless, possibly as some sort of statement. It was like a sea of nubile breasts. Though she decided to try to avoid the crowd and work at her desk, she could still hear snatches of speeches amplified by the protest’s sound system.

One female speaker railed against “the Crits trying to deny us our pleasure just because they weren’t smart enough to get themselves off when they were our age. The Crits screwed up the planet, they screwed up the government, they screwed up the economy, and now they want to make sure they screw up our orgasms, too. We won’t let them!”

Emma did not have class with Kelly on Friday, but did shoot her an email with information on the movie. She offered to meet Kelly somewhere and go together, but the professor opted to meet the group outside the theater. If she was going to do something stupid, at least it wouldn’t be because she put herself in a bad position, she reasoned.

This left Kelly to dress herself for the occasion. She eventually settled on a joke t-shirt that she had picked up at her last conference (“I am scientifically qualified to judge you”) and a pair of skinny jeans (honestly, if jeans fit her they were generally skinny by definition). She was going for disarming-but-frumpy, if such a thing was possible.

The theater was a throwback one-screen affair located on the main drag of their smallish college town. They had agreed to meet in a small park across the street from the place, next to the statue of the town’s somewhat problematic founder. When Kelly pulled into her parallel parking spot along one edge of the park, she immediately spotted Emma’s blonde hair on a bench near the statue, clearly visible from the street. The girl was wearing a ripped denim skirt so short it barely counted as clothing and a pink push-up bra that made her somehow look bustier than she already was. Kelly once again marveled at the fact that this girl was somehow both a seemingly perfect Research Assistant and a smoking hot, cleavage-y slut bomb. Or maybe not a slut bomb. A slut cruise missile aimed at Kelly’s life.

She realized that she recognized the two boys sitting on either side of Emma: Cole and Shaun from the sorority party, the two boys with whom Emma had, erm, performed. They were both shirtless, showing off their muscles on the warm night. Cole was pale and freckled, a bit shorter and more lithe. Shaun’s skin was darker, his shoulders broad. Kelly found the two boys very, very attractive, as well.

After staring for several seconds, Kelly realized with a start that, the entire time she had been looking, Emma’s hand had been inside Cole’s shorts, her arm moving in a slow rhythm. The three were talking and laughing at some joke as she kept it up.

In that moment, something snapped inside Kelly. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she pulled off her t-shirt, even though she was just wearing a practical green satin bra underneath. Then she got out of the car and walked over to the group on the bench.

Emma got a big grin on her face when she saw the professor. “Hi, Doc!” She waved. Kelly could definitely feel the eyes of the two boys, especially, roving over her body, her breasts, her stomach… what the hell was she doing? Why was this making her so wet?

Emma introduced the two boys again. “I figured, they helped me win the tickets, so it was only fair. And they’re signed up for the study, so you can definitely include any observations tonight in your data.” It probably didn’t hurt, Kelly thought, that Emma already knew she enjoyed having both their cocks inside her, either.

As the four of them walked toward the marquee advertising showtimes for Confessions of a Slut, Emma put an arm around her professor’s now-bare shoulders and spoke to her quietly, her voice conspiratorial. “Looking good, Doc. I didn’t think you had it in you. I can tell the guys noticed, too.”

“I just didn’t want to stand out,” Kelly lied through her teeth. “I know the crowd will be mostly your age. You know I can’t have any involvement with my students, in any case.”

“Good thing Cole and Shaun aren’t your students, then,” Emma said with a smirk.

The showing was indeed about two thirds full of young people about the same age as Kelly’s students, it seemed to be a pretty popular movie. As they went in, Kelly tried her level best to actually do her job, observing the crowd around her. Some were clearly boys and girls (or girls and girls, or boys and boys) on dates. The way these couples acted wasn’t so different from how Kelly and her friends might have acted when going out to the movies with a potential romantic partner. Except that she had never “gone JP” on a date, as she saw numerous girls at the showing doing. It wasn’t so different, she reasoned, from a girl putting on a cute, low-cut dress in order to impress someone she liked. She saw a few guys, and at least one girl, with their arms over their dates’ shoulders, a hand casually playing with their partner’s exposed nipple. None of the grope-ees seemed to mind.

There were a few other groups that seemed to be several female friends who had gone out to the movies together. Kelly didn’t see any similar groups of male friends, but then again it was her understanding that this particular movie was considered something of a “chick flick.” These girls were probably less likely to be topless, though there were still a few. She overheard at least two separate conversations about the protest a few days earlier, and at least two others in which girls were seriously discussing the relative merits of their male friends’ penises and/or cunnilingus skills.

At least one argument behind them in line for popcorn grew relatively heated. “I don’t understand how you can say that! Connor Heaton’s cock might be the best I’ve had.”

“But what does he do with it? He’s too selfish. What about my needs?”

“Who gives a shit? I could barely get my hand around it!”

The four of them soon filed into a row near the back of the theater. Kelly ended up with Emma on one side of her, Shaun on the other.

She had done a little bit of research to try to figure out what to expect from the movie itself. Its star, Serena Gimenez, had risen to prominence several years earlier, as a teenager, on a Disney Channel show called Family Business, in which she played both halves of a set of twins balancing high school with running a pizza parlor. This had launched her into a music career, initially as a fairly wholesome bubblegum pop star. As both Ms. Gimenez and her fan base had gotten older, however, her music and public persona had grown more explicit. The prior year she had given the first fully topless performance in Grammys history, of her hit single, “Wet for You.”

Still, Serena had been unable to shake her reputation as more of a teenybopper than a “serious” actress, which had led her to taking the role in Confessions of a Slut, for which she was receiving a great deal of critical praise and even some Oscar buzz. The movie starred Miss Gimenez as a naive small-town girl who, despite the admonitions of her protective family, moves to the big city to pursue her dreams of stardom. There her character ends up as the roommate of another, more experienced girl, who introduced Serena’s character to a world of hedonism.

Kelly had been prepared by the reviews she had skimmed for the movie to depict quite a bit of sex and nudity. Still, she felt somehow shocked by the early scene in which a man dropped his pants as Serena’s character kneeled in front of him, then her roommate guided her mouth onto the man’s erect cock. Movies had changed since Kelly’s day. She had to admit though, the acting was compelling. She thought that Serena Gimenez fully conveyed her character’s mix of trepidation and curiosity in that moment, then the discovery of how much she really enjoyed sucking the man off, all without dialogue (given that her mouth was full of cock the whole time).

It was around that time that Kelly was distracted from the movie itself by the realization that Emma and Cole were making out next to her. Not only were they engaged in an intense, sloppy kiss that seemed like it wasn’t scheduled to end anytime soon, she watched Cole reach a hand inside the waistband of Emma's skirt and start to rub. In order to accommodate him, the blonde spread her legs slightly wider, making her right leg brush up against Kelly’s jeans. The girl began to moan very softly.

Kelly tore her eyes away from this in order to look around the theater. From her limited vantage point, she could see several other couples similarly engaged. For the most part, they were keeping their voices down out of consideration for their fellow theatergoers, but she could even see a few where one partner seemed to have climbed on top of the other. Down her row in the other direction, she could make out a girl on her knees in front of her date as he sat in his theater seat, her head bobbing. Suddenly, Kelly realized why she had seen a couple of girls carrying what looked like seat cushions into the theater. She had thought this to be a comment on how uncomfortable the theater’s seats were, but she had a feeling they were actually being used for other activities.

Then she realized that, at some point in the last minute or so, Shaun had placed his hand over hers on the shared armrest of their seats. She looked over at the boy, who smiled at her. On the big screen, Serena Gimenez was riding a cock with another man’s sperm spread across her face, drool slowly dropping from her chin and onto her bouncing tits. Kelly’s breath quickened. She remembered seeing Shaun’s huge dick fucking Emma’s ass at the party. Her eyes strayed down to his crotch. She could definitely see the bulge in his shorts. She could feel herself starting to leak through her own panties.

She quickly turned back to look at Emma on her other side. The blonde was now leaning back in her seat as Cole continued to finger her. Her and Kelly’s eyes met. Emma silently mouthed, “Go for it.”

Kelly looked back at Shaun. His face was maybe six inches from hers. She could hear the sounds of lips smacking and sexual groaning all around her, all overshadowed by the much louder sound of Serena Gimenez's pornographic moans over the theater sound system.

“You look super fucking hot,” the boy whispered to her.

Kelly swallowed. She felt herself leaning toward him.