Chapter Seventeen

Levi was slumped low in his chair at the back of the small lecture hall and chewing the end off his pencil.

It wasn’t that his Media Writing class wasn’t engaging. Miss Fanning was a seasoned, engaging teacher who injected life into all her lessons by expounding the real-world applications of the course material and encouraging student interaction throughout the lecture.

She was also a modestly pretty redhead of middling years who clearly took care with her appearance and favored form-fitting business attire that accentuated her spruce figure. Worse still, the digital projector at the front of the class was on the fritz and each time she bent over to troubleshoot the infernal device, her tight rear seemed to be pointed directly towards Levi.

“For the love of all that is holy…” He griped under his breath, trying to surreptitiously adjust his persistent erection through his slacks under the concealing cover of the desk.

“Sorry, are you talking to me?” A hopeful sounding voice chirped from beside Levi.

One seat over to his left sat a preppy little undergrad with ebony hair and dusky skin, dressed in spray-on black leggings and a baggy off-the-shoulder white t-shirt with a cartoon puppy printed across the gentle swell of her young chest. It had a blue bow tied between its floppy ears.

What was her name again? Sarika… Saanvi… something Bengali or perhaps Pakistani? Levi wasn’t sure they had ever spoken but half recognized her from a couple of shared classes. Either way her dark, hooded eyes were now fixated on him expectantly, or rather on his burly arm where it shifted below the scarred wooden desktop.

She was wearing burgundy lipstick and kept teasing at her bottom lip with a long fingernail as she stared coyly up at him.

“No, no…” Levi grumped, reluctantly releasing his misbehaving cock and trying to act casual about it. “I’m just trying to follow this shit-show of a lecture.”

“Oh. My. Gosh… Right?” Whispered a mousy brunette seated in the row directly in front of Levi. She spun in her seat to look back at him. “Miss Fanning is totally a hot mess today.”

She looked young, only barely eighteen, and her casual apricot top was unbuttoned down to her navel, exposing an inordinate amount of her teal training bra and small budding breasts as though by happy happenstance. She leaned further forward when she caught his wandering gaze, as though to give him a better view as she squinted back with a timid smile. For some reason her tortoiseshell glasses were discarded on the desk behind her.

“It’s fine, I guess.” Levi hedged, dragging his eyes back to the front of class where the teacher in question was bent over the glitching projector again. Slinky legs crossed in front of each other, butt stuck out invitingly, and her high-waisted skirt riding up to expose the lacy tops of her dark stockings. “I’m just feeling a little on edge.”

What the hell was going on today?

Levi was feeling full of beans. Hot, horny jumping beans that made it difficult to sit still and keep a cool head. To make it worse, people kept giving him strange looks. Female people in particular. Even Miss Fanning had done a double take when he entered the lecture hall and her sea green eyes followed him all the way to the back row.

“Aaaw… is there anything I can do to help, Levi?” A third voice asked, making him bolt upright in alarm when a soft hand came to rest on his forearm. “Anything at all?”

He recognized Brianna with a sigh of relief.

The cheeky curly-haired blonde had worked on a group assignment with him earlier in the year, though she couldn’t have said more than a dozen words to Levi the entire time. So he was almost as surprised that she remembered his name, as he was to find her crowding the seat to his right with her well-developed barely-legal figure filling out a tweed pinafore dress.

Where had she come from?

Levi was boxed in on three sides by a trio nubile coeds with his back against the wall. The first two were glaring daggers at Brianna who was running her dainty hand up and down his arm, stroking the muscles where they pressed against the light cotton of his shirt sleeve.

“No really, I’m alright.” Levi insisted in a hushed tone. He felt surrounded and the girls kept shuffling closer, practically hanging out of their seats as they leaned towards him with strangely intense expressions. “I think… I think I need some air.”

His pulse was well over a hundred and Levi could smell something fragrant wafting off their young forms that made his throbbing cock uncoil in his trousers like a rearing cobra. He desperately needed some space to get a hold of himself before he suffered a full blown anxiety attack or blew a sticky nut straight down his straining pant leg.

At that point, it honestly felt like fifty-fifty odds for either outcome for the harassed young man. He lurched to his feet, knocking over the chair in his haste.

“Wait, please don’t leave!”

“Levi, I was only trying to–”

“We’re sorry! Please, come back…”

The girls called after Levi as he pushed past them and hurried for the door. The whole class was beginning to murmur and even Miss Fanning stopped wagging her tail at him long enough to turn as he bustled past the red-headed teacher.

“Mister Millard, where are you going?” She asked in a small, worried voice. Her eyes were locked like tracking beams on the rude bulge in his slacks. He could smell her as well. “I hope I haven’t offended–”

“You chased him off, slut!”

Snide accusations were evolving into a full blown catfight somewhere at the rear of the classroom. Levi had to get away.

“Bathroom.” He grunted in excuse before slamming the door closed behind him.

Kimmy spied around the corner of the Athletics center as Millard stalked back and forth in the parking lot like some sort of caged animal.

He had exited his first class of the day rather abruptly, trailing chaos in his wake if the screeching shrill of angry feminine voices echoing out into the hall were any indication.

Still nobody tried to stop or question the flustered freshman as he crashed like a charging rhino into one of the new unisex washrooms, scattering male and female students alike with an uncharacteristically deep bellow, demanding privacy.

They had all taken flight like a covey of frightened doves. Though the men retreated far faster than the women who kept looking back in hesitant indecision. Still, nobody raised a word of complaint.

How could she be the only person noticing this radical change in Mill-tard? Was everybody blind as well as stupid?

Kimmy had cracked the swinging door in time to hear what sounded like a phone call and a fleshy slapping noise coming from one of the locked stalls.

“...I know you do, Kitten but will you please get Alina for me?”

There was a long pause and more slap-slapping.

“Urgh~! I’m sure your new collar looks great and I promise that Master will make the pretty bell tinkle later on but right now I need you to get your Mistress–”

Another pause, shorter this time, accompanied by a rising growl and the constant meaty beat.

Kimmy’s plucked brows shot up as she leaned further into the restroom. He couldn’t be…

“Alina, thank all the gods! I need you, Love. I’m trying but I can’t do this on my own.”

All sound suddenly ceased except the tiny squeaking of an indistinguishable voice coming through a phone receiver.

“Yes, good. I will see you soon. Hurry to me, my Lioness.”

Now Kimmy was grinding her teeth in impatience and watching as a silver Chrysler town car pulled into the college parking lot, stopping right alongside Levi who was panting like a blown steed. His white Havana shirt was sticking to his muscular back and broad shoulders with sweat under the warm springtime sun.

An insanely curvaceous woman with olive skin and a voluminous black ponytail that fanned down to her tiny waist climbed out of the driver's seat and trotted around to the passenger side door. She was all jiggling tits, wide hips and thick ass squeezed in a miniature chauffeur’s uniform that was simply a pinstripe micro minidress painted onto her maximal hourglass figure. It looked like a slutty Halloween costume, which included a peaked cap and mirror-tinted aviator sunglasses to hide her attractive face.

...and was that a collar with a cat bell around her neck?

She stood to rigid attention and pulled smartly on the rear passenger door handle. Long silky legs spilled out of the opening door, a delicate hand sheathed in a white silk elbow glove reaching out to Millard who took it in a gentle grip and pulled the owner up into his strong arms.

It was a woman.

An astonishing, stunning woman swathed in a backless split-thigh evening gown of the richest navy ruched velvet that snuggled her extraordinarily trim figure like a long lost lover. Her long lustrous hair sparkled and flowed like liquid gold in the bright sunshine, styled into a perfectly imperfect updo of twisted strands of shining brilliance gathered into a loose, curly high bun. Her ageless fine-featured face could have been stolen from the cover of a fashion magazine, it held a classical beauty as she hummed in pleasure and melted into the young man’s embrace.

Kimmy frowned at the puzzling development. What was this woman, one of such stratospheric high caliber–with her resplendent swimsuit edition figure and immense, perfectly plush breasts–doing here? Slumming it in Springfield, Illinois with a nobody like Levi Millard. The exquisite blonde should be strutting on the catwalks of Milan or sun-bathing on the French Riviera…

Levi was saying something and Kimmy risked leaning further out of hiding to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“...was quick, Alina. But whose car is that and what the heck are you wearing?”

“You said you needed me, darlink. The nice man at the dealership was very understanding once I explained how urgent it was that I should come on my Man.” The mysterious Alina said. Her lilting accent was definitely Eastern European and Kimmy filed that detail away in her meticulous mind for later consideration. “And this dress? It is nothing, simply an old rag I found at the back of the wardrobe.”

She waved her gloved hand in airy dismissal of a designer gown that looked a lot like a Saint Laurent display piece from last year's spring collection. Which the fashion-conscious Korean girl knew, for a fact, cost no less than five figures.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter now.” Levi growled, burying his face into the nape of the enchanting woman’s neck and inhaling deeply as his groping hands clawed possessively at her refined ass. “You’re here. The morning has been pure madness. Britney chewed me out as usual, people keep staring at me, my fucking hard-on won’t quick and I can’t keep it together much longer–”

“Discretion, my Lion, remember discretion.” Alina chided teasingly, even as she arched against Levi, sliding a shiny knee up his leg and hooking her shapely calf behind his jacked thigh. “We are out in public. Take us somewhere private and let your beloved Alina sooth your worries.”

The curvy driver didn’t seem to share the older woman’s concern over putting on a display. She had dropped to her knees in the gravel car park and was pawing at her overblown chest through the tight chauffeur’s uniform. She kept rocking back and forth on her thick stocking-clad thighs, her drooling mouth hanging open and emitting soft moans as the two unlikeliest of lovers joined in a molten-hot kiss.

Whoever the dumb slut was, she looked like a horny idiot dribbling into her tits-for-brains cleavage with her tongue lolling out. Another card carrying member of Team Stupid to test Kimmy’s tolerance.

“Aaah… my poor body aches for you, Darlink.” The breath-taking vision of mature womanhood purred, nibbling on Millard’s lips as they lewdly dry humped together, right out in the open. “Quickly now, what is this building behind you?”

“Huh?” Levi gasped, his muscular ass flexing and jerking forward in an ecstatic staccato, clearly approaching release despite still being fully clothed. “Ummm… haaa~! It’s the sports center, I think.”

Alina's glimmering emerald flicked from his face to stare over his shoulder at the corner of the large brick building Kimmy was hiding behind. The snooping honor's student cursed under her breath as she pulled back into cover.

Had she been spotted?

"Sports… as in athletics?" The gorgeous blonde didn't sound like she had noticed anyone spying on them. "Come, Darlink, you will show me this 'sports center' and I will remind you why I am your Lioness. Kitten, fetch my bag."

“Yes, Mistress. Right away.”

Kimmy frowned as she dared the tiniest of peeks again.

Where did she know that voice from?

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