The staff room

Once Rachel - the last student - had left the room, Josh finished the boring, everyday task of packing his work back into his briefcase. He patted the phone to make sure it was still safe and made his way to the door. This was his only lecture for the day. Daydreaming, he began to plan the remainder of his day; a visit to the staff room to perv on Miss McCarthy, then he'd take a trip to the outside world to get his lunch and do a bit of people watching. He stepped into the hallway idly wondering if there were any places which were more likely to attract masturbating women - a gym, maybe? - and so didn't notice the woman until he bumped into her.

"Oh, my apologies." he said.

The woman - a dark skinned woman in a blue skirt-suit, black heels, and a white blouse - gave a cold smile of acknowledgement and continued on her way. She was attractive, he had to admit. He briefly considered following her to see if she was going to find somewhere to masturbate, but stalking her like that seemed a bit creepy. Besides, her smile hadn't exactly been the friendliest. He turned and locked the door behind him, then made his way through the college hallways to the staff room. He encountered only a few women on his way there, and they were all pretty much dressed - bar one student walking around in panties and a t-shirt, but after the nude buffet he'd been dining on all morning it only half-excited him. Within a minute of leaving his classroom he was stepping into the teacher's break room.

There wasn't a great deal to it. On the right side of the room was a kitchen cabinet upon which sat a microwave and kettle, and beside that a six foot high fridge. Three tables, each with four chairs, made up most of the furniture, the rest of it consisting of a pair of battered old couches. Miss McCarthy was the only person in the room. She was sat at one of the tables with a small pile of paperwork in front of her. One of her hands supported her resting head while her lustrous red hair hung over her face, the other held a pen. Her jacket rested on the chair behind her and she'd kicked her shoes off, meaning that her only item of clothing was a pair of black trousers. Josh instantly grew erect. Confident that it was no longer noticeable (unless, of course, he willed it) he made his way over to the table and sat down beside her. She sat up straight and brushed her hair back, giving Josh an unrestricted view of her apple-sized breasts and small pink nipples.

"Ah, g'morning to ya!" she greeted him cheerfully.

"And you." Josh replied. He struggled to make eye contact. Much to his surprise she covered her breasts with her hands. That made her the first person to show a sign of modesty so far. He looked back at her face, alarmed.

"You have... marking to do then?" she asked cautiously.

"Ah, yes, yes!" Josh said, suddenly blushing. He couldn't believe he'd been caught perving like that! He clumsily plopped his briefcase onto the table, flung it open and pulled out the papers he'd packed away only minutes before. "S-see?"

"Hmm." she replied unconvincingly.

He clicked his pen, grabbed the nearest piece of paper, and began reading it. He had no clue what it was; his brain wouldn't let him concentrate. It was too busy remembering the distrust on her face. What was that about? Did the app have a time limit or something? If so, how much of this would people remember? Would Becky and Rachel be aware of his little wank-fest in the previous class?

It was with great relief when Lauren uncovered herself and continued marking her work. Josh felt himself breathing again. Of course, if the app did wear off then she wouldn't be sitting around topless like this, would she? He was just being paranoid. He settled down and **** himself to read the first sentence from the paper he was holding. It helped to calm him.

After a few minutes, when he felt back to normal, he shot a casual glance over at Lauren's chest. She wasn't moving much - just her arm moving as her pen worked across the paper - but she was hunched over her work. This meant that her breasts were hanging downwards and the slight movement of her arm caused them to sway very slightly but hypnotically. He felt her eyes upon him suddenly, and he shot his eyes down to the paper as though nothing had happened. As the minutes passed in silence - bar the scratching of their pens - Josh intermittently glanced over at her breasts. He managed about half a dozen eyefuls before she dropped her pen, leaned back in the chair, raised her arms in the air and stretched, eyes closed. Josh openly admired her chest - gods, but he wanted to suck on those sweet little nipples. Suddenly one of her eyes shot open and stared directly at him. He looked away again. Damn it. he thought. Just let me look!

Then - much to his surprise - Miss McCarthy got to her feet. Without warning or explanation she unhooked the waist of her trousers, lowered her zipper, and pushed the trousers down her legs. Josh found himself transfixed by the neat oval of dark red pubic hair resting between her legs. She stepped out of the trousers and sat back down. Instead of returning to her work she sat there with her legs spread wide and arms resting on the back of her chair. She stared defiantly at Josh, who stared lustfully back.

"Josh," she said eventually. "Are you sextorn?"

"A, uh... a what?"

"Sextorn."

"I'm not sure what that is."

"Oh? I thought it was a universal term." she said. "I guess it's just an Irish one. It means a man who is interested in sex."

"Aren't... we all?" he asked, bemused.

"What? No." she replied, frowning. "Why would you think that? Most men aren't."

"I... ah..." Josh floundered. This had to be something to do with the app. Men weren't interested in sex? What the hell? She stared at him, waiting for an answer. Thankfully a lie popped into his head. "I guess I had very restrictive parents. They never really talked about... that sort of thing. I just thought every man felt aroused by naked women. They, ah, aren't?"

"No." she eyed him speculatively. "I had my suspicions when I saw you taking photographs of that anti-masturbation poster. It's so rare to meet somebody like you. I have about a dozen questions I want to ask, but there's one I definitely need an answer to."

"Oh?"

"Do you want to have sex with me right now?"