You peep

You get down on one knee and take a look. It’s not the first time that you’ve looked through a keyhole. Professor Austen has a decent-sized office with a window. Her desk is big and heavy, and her shelves are lined with books.

She’s nearing forty and has a nice figure, but she’s always stern and wears her hair up. She has a little gray coming in, and that combined with her uptight attitude make her seem older than she is.

Today she wears flannel slacks and a sweater that hugs her body.

Her back is to you, and she’s between you and Sissy. They’re behind the desk, and it’s like she’s got Sissy up against the bookshelf. You know that body language… Professor Austen is going in for a kiss.

You had no idea, but something bothers you.

You see Professor Austen grab Sissy’s wrist and hold it. Is Sissy trying to resist? A second ago she didn’t look too happy to getting dragged in here…

“What’s happening?” Kris whispers.

“Not sure,” you whisper back, squinting. It’s hard to be sure. Professor Austen is blocking your view! Very inconsiderate. Nice hindquarters on her, though.

Kris stands up and puts her ear to the door, frowning.

The kissing is definitely going on now, and it’s some serious kissing.

There goes Professor Austen’s right arm and shoulder, moving unmistakably. You hear the soft clink of Sissy’s belt. A moment later, Sissy’s voice.

Kris looks down at you uncertainly. She just heard that, and she knows that girls don’t sound like that unless there’s some heavy touching going on.

You watch for several more moments, hoping for some clue about how Sissy feels about this, but Professor Austen isn’t moving. She fully intends to make out with Sissy and finger her just like this.

You take your eye away from the opening as Sissy lets out an especially sharp gasp. She’s not making much real noise. Is she trying to keep her voice down? You stand up, and you and Kris exchange several uncertain looks. After a second you join her in listening, your ear against the door. Your face is right in front of hers.

You hear… labored breathing. The occasional creak from the bookcase. Maybe something that could be Professor Austen whispering, and the occasional moist sound of fingers.

Kris wiggles her fingers at you, raising an eyebrow.

You nod. Of course that’s what’s going on.

You take Kris’ hand and pull her a step away. Normally some making out and touching would be hot, but you aren’t so sure about this one. Kris seems as uncomfortable as you.

“Did you see her before she went in there? I’m not sure she wanted to go,” Kris mutters.

You got that impression too. On the other hand, doesn’t it make sense? This isn’t CCL house, which is outside the town. This is the University, and doing anything with a woman is very illegal. This is risky. Maybe Sissy likes Professor Austen, but doesn’t like doing it here.

Or maybe she just doesn’t like Professor Austen. You see it in your mind: the professor grabbing Sissy’s hand and pulling her in there.

You fold your arms, frowning.

“Do we need to tell someone? I think we should,” Kris says.

“But if we do that and they’re just having a fling, we will seriously mess that up,” you counter. You could get Professor Austen in trouble for nothing. Maybe Sissy too. “Shit,” you mutter.

“We have to report what we saw,” Kris says, squeezing your hand.

“We could just talk to Sissy first,” you suggest.

Kris stares at you, looking for you to make the decision.

Report Professor Austen?

Or wait and talk to Sissy?