Share With Lisa

As you approach Lisa’s chair, she starts a bit, realising what you’re about to do. However, she moves a bit over to the side, giving you just enough space to seat yourself on the edge. The professor gives you a curious look, and you see that Lucille is shooting you daggers out of the corner of her eye. Fair enough, she probably did say that with the intention of having you sit next to her, but the chance to annoy your sister, and possibly do a little more… it was too good to pass up on.

“So we’ve all talked about our thoughts a bit, while you were off pigging away at lunch,” Lisa says, shifting slightly to face you. The side of her tit squashes against your chest, which you do your best to professionally ignore. “But we haven’t heard from you yet, Alex.”

“What I said in class was more of a first reaction, than anything else,” you say. You catch a whiff of her perfume, and it throws you off for a second. “I uh… it’s…”

“Cat got your tongue?” she asks, the hint of a smile crossing her face.

“You sure you’re fine on that chair?” The professor has a bemused expression on his face.

“Oh yes, I'm doing great,” you reply hastily.

“Mhmmm,” Lucille says, sarcastically nodding her head. “Why don’t we talk about what we’re actually here to discuss? You know, the prompt?”

“I suppose I did have a question about the Kristeva,” Charmaine says, rummaging in her bag for her copy.

“That’s a tricky one,” the professor laughs. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to answer it.”

“Well basically, I wanted to understand…”

Most of the rest of the session focuses on the Kristeva, and you realise as the professor walks through some of the nuances, explaining more of the context that she was building on, that you really didn’t get very much out of it your first time around reading it. Still, though the reading makes more sense now, it’s not super helpful for your idea regarding the prompt. You’re still not certain of what you want to do, but as the girls try to work out their difficulties with the reading, you’re listening intently, slowly putting together the pieces.

All the while, Lisa’s lithe body is pressed against yours, her blonde hair pooling across your shoulder, and though you’re tempted to try something, the presence off so many other pairs of eyes on you—and the fear of what Lisa might do to you—keeps your hands neatly folded on your lap.

Before long, the office hours are over, and it’s time for you to head to psychology.

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