Brenna, Goth Chick [Master PC; Reality Altering]

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I dropped my bag down by my seat. I was one of the last people entering the lecture hall; class was about to start. I'd chosen my usual seat, not noticing a new face until I sat down and got comfortable. He was a shorter young man, with piercing blue eyes and short black hair. He must have been exactly my height... 5'5. I preferred taller men but I'd probably date this guy if I were looking. What he was doing in a Women's Studies course, I wasn't sure.

Well, it quickly became apparent that he was in Women's Studies to study women, and he was intently studying me. Awkward! Just watching me as I settled in, took out my laptop, and then started solidly ignoring him. As I tried to focus on the start of the class, I still felt his gaze on me.

It's not like I was showing off. Well okay, I was wearing my comfy (C 34) bra, which happened to be a push-up. My long-sleeve black shirt had a slightly sheer effect to it, and it was arguably a little tighter on me than it had to be, but this was my only course of the day. Women's Studies. I thought I'd be safe from this kind of thing. Otherwise, my simple black jeans and converse shoes weren't anything to mention.

I looked over at him. He was unabashedly staring, so I shot him a scolding, dark look and returned to my work. Still he was relentless and I was starting to feel unsafe. I guess he knew he could get away with it. I closed my eyes and started to breathe deeply, focusing on the words of the lecturing professor. It worked for a while. I could even hear him fervently typing on his laptop. No doubt about me, I tried to keep myself from thinking. When the sound of his typing went away, I just had to check if this pig was still looking at me.

He was. But something had changed. I... well now I was doing some staring of my own. I never realized how attractive this new guy was. My eyelids fluttered and I felt myself blushing, so I turned my head down, hiding myself in my dark-brown hair. My eyes now rested over my ample D cups exposing themselves in the corset I was wearing over a sheer-top black dress. Guess I was irresistible to him. I tried to focus on the lecture once again, but I couldn't deny my increasingly heavy breath and the stirring in my loins. Well. That's what I had Jeff for. He'll be home from work in like, five hours. I can live.

Eventually I built up the courage to look back and he wasn't staring at me. He was once again typing and clicking away on his laptop, though the professor didn't really have much to take notes about at the time. So I stared. I couldn't help it, and he wasn't in any position to object. Once he started to look up, I shifted myself back into better posture, placing my fingers on my own laptop to prepare for note taking. I collected my long black hair behind me and inhaled deeply to best present my DD's to the world. Totally nonchalant, Brenna. Hey. I was on the prowl. Been single for far too many months.

I held that posture for as long as I could, looking like the most studious of students with my little laptop. I couldn't care any less what the professor was saying, though. My breasts ached and tingled in a way they never have before. They yearned in the same way my vagina yearned for action. I needed something between them. My breathing grew heavy again. I began to shake with anxiety as I imagined what it would be like to have this random guy's dick between them, sliding up and down. I almost let out a moan as I glanced back at him.

Lover-boy couldn't stop staring and frankly, neither could I. We both knew what was on each other's minds. Since today was an OF day, I had to look good. Half the women glared at me as I entered the room today. Nothing new for me; slut, attention whore, goth bitch, I've been called it all and I know that they're simply jealous that I can get any man I want. Including theirs. Not my fault I inherited EE cups and a goddess's birthing hips from a long line of women. Not my fault they can't hit the gym four times a week. They'd do the same in my shoes. Or boots, I chuckled to myself.

"Stay." I whispered to him, not breaking eye contact. He nodded in understanding, a grin slowly forming. I turned back and looked at the time on my laptop. Six minutes until class ends. I hitched up the side of my skirt, not giving a damn if the girl five seats away saw the band of my g-string against my hip. I silently, and with some pleasure, teased him until the professor announced the end of class. Everyone except us two began to file out, the women of the class giving me the usual condemnation and the professor herself even rolling her eyes. Again, they'd rock the skirt-and-corset combo if they could.

We both stood up, collected our belongings and met halfway between our desks. He smiled nervously but politely.

"So," He tried. "How are you?"

I responded with a narrowing gaze, piercing right through his eyes like they were windows. "My place or yours?" I asked, nearly biting my lip but resisting it into a smile. At over an hour of clenching my thighs and pacing my breaths, I didn't care where we did it, even right here. Okay, maybe right here wouldn't be ideal.

He chuckled. "Wow, yeah? Yeah." He tutted and broke eye contact, looking at the whiteboard and back to me.

"I'm thinking..."