You yourself to pull away from Smita's warm lap.

Exhausted, you stare for a bit at the scene before you, a landscape of silky, brown skin and clouds of curly black hair glistening with musky dewdrops. You can feel her pulse as you rest your cheek against her warm, supple hip. It feels absolutely heavenly, but you know the class isn't over yet; there's more to do, after all! Exerting absolutely monumental effort, you manage to lift your head away from the delightful pillow it rests on. Slowly getting to your feet, you observe the rest of the class.

The first thing you notice is Eve Crawford, sitting on the front desk. Scott Crawford kneels on the floor in front of her, and her legs rest on his shoulders. He deftly licks her cunt up and down while she moans in pleasure, her right hand squeezing and massaging her breasts. It seems you aren't the only one with a talented tongue. Not surprising, you think, he's had decades of practice.

The two blonde girls are laying on the floor next to them. From your vantage point, you can see the back, tight little ass, and puffy labia of one of them -- you can't tell which. Her head rests on the inner thigh of the other girl, between her legs, and the other girl's head is doing the same with hers, her mouth almost totally wrapped around her pussy. Both are moaning, the sounds of their pleasure muffled by each others' sexes. You've watched enough porn to know that they're engaged in a classic sixty-nine, and definitely having a good time.

You swivel your head around to the right, where the other boy and girl were sitting. Like the Crawfords, the boy kneels in front of the girl's spread legs, licking it up and down vigorously, while she leans back in her chair, absentmindedly running her fingers along her nipples, tracing circles around them and pinching them. She definitely looks like she's enjoying the boy's ministrations, but to you it doesn't look like he's having much luck getting her to orgasm. You're about to give him some pointers, when you hear the bell ring. All good things must come to an end, you think, but then again, a new one is about to begin. You gather your clothes and begin to get dressed, while the rest of the class do the same.

"Remember, folks," you say, "this doesn't leave the room, right?" A chorus of affirmations and nods answer you. "We'll pick up where we left off on Friday."

Smita finishes pulling her sweater over her shoulders. "Mmmm," she purrs at you, "that's so long to wait."

"Well," you reply, buttoning your pants, "maybe we'll have to do some special training sessions on the side." Another chorus of affirmations, nods, and laughter follows that. Once you're sure everybody is dressed and presentable, you unlock the door, and everyone files out to head to their next destinations. You wonder how remembering their escapades here is going to affect them... you'll have to do a little followup later.

Your next destination is Data Structures. It's across campus, for reasons lost to the mists of time, so you'd better get a move on...