Joana
I came in the back row with the vibrator buzzing against my c**t and Alexander’s voice in my ear telling the class about unreliable narrators.
No one looked at me. They never did. I kept my face blank, pen moving over a blank page, while the little silicone egg I’d shoved into my panties that morning pulsed on the medium setting and soaked the cotton. Every time he turned to write on the board I pressed my thighs together and let the fantasy finish the sentence he was saying—his hand on the back of my neck, his c**k pushing the vibrator deeper, his low professor voice telling me to stay quiet while he creampied his stepdaughter in the middle of lecture. I’d already gotten off once in the bathroom before class with the eight-inch dildo my best friend had given me for my eighteenth b
