Head to class

Willa felt a cool brush of air as she entered the campus building. People milled around inside, heading every which way as they traveled to classes, study halls, or break areas. After taking a moment to ensure that no silver was visible on her, Willa merged in with the crowd, sidestepping around people in a human game of cross road. She moved through the entrance hall, down past the photos of staff members and exemplary students, to a wide stone stairway that led up to the main floor. The top of the stairs led to a central square hub room, three hallways jetting off each containing a number of classrooms. Taking the east hallway, Willa traveled roughly three quarters down it before ducking into her first class of the day.

Mr Parr sat by the entrance of the classroom behind his desk, typing something onto a personal computer. His desk was tucked directly to the right of the door, the rest of the classroom taken up by a series of oval tables seating three or four students each. Willa crossed the room to her assigned table and sat in the same seat as she always did Mr. Parr taught a creative writing class focused on utilizing different literary techniques in poetry and short stories. Students were grouped together to provide constructive feedback on one another’s writing in the hopes of making each other better. Willa’s group consisted of Willa’s friend Grace and a another girl named Kira who barely ever spoke. Grace gave Willa a look as she slid into her seat just as Mr Parr stood up to begin giving his lecture for the day.

Willa didn’t bother paying attention. She pulled out her computer and opened her notes app, but only so Mr Parr wouldn’t single her out as the only student not taking notes. No, Willa had much more important things to think about than the benefits of an allegory as a literary tool. She had to figure out how and who she wanted to infect with the silver next. Her cunt was already beginning to burn with anticipation of corrupting another person, but she had to be careful not to arouse suspicion.

Willa glanced over at Grace, whose attention was fully focused on the lecture. She was a pretty brunette with brown hair that fell in tight curls down to her shoulders. She had worn the same pair of circular glasses since the sixth grade, the lens covering up to her ear brows. Willa knew her friend was attractive but she’d never taken the time to appreciate the curves of her body, her c cup cleavage generously shown by a low riding top. The fire inside Willa burned hotter and her heart began to race. Willa hadn’t been a lesbian before, but the silver didn’t make distinctions like that. All it wanted was to spread. Willa wondered what it would feel like, mashing their cunts together as they raced towards orgasm.

Willa‘s fantasy was rudely disrupted by the end of class. Students began packing away their things and the classroom began to rapidly empty. Grace waved goodbye disappearing out into the hallway. Willa barely noticed. Her cunt burned, her legs squirming in discomfort. She needed to fuck, or at least cum. Anything to get off and burn off this heat. Willa began to rub the end of her slit on the edge of the chair, the minor friction working wonders on her. Willa could feel her arousal building when some cleared their throat.

“Excuse me Ms Queen?, said Mr Parr “Do you have a question.” Willa looked at him, her body aflame with lust, her mind screaming for sex. It was a bad idea to infect someone here where any number of people could walk in on them. Whatever, if anyone did Willa would turn them too. Willa giggled “I do have a question sir, can I suck you off?”