My moans become very high pitched as my body rocks my hips to help make the orgasm even better. I pull on my bonds and arch my back, sinking deeper into each warm, intense wave that moves over me. The waves are so much more powerful and emotional than ever before. They are so powerful that my eyes roll back, causing me to not even be able to see anything.
Finally, after what feels like hours, the orgasm starts to fade. I know it has only been seconds, but I feel so tired and worn out that I could have run a marathon. The waves keep coming, but each one is weaker than the last. My high-pitched moans start to get lower and lower pitched as well as softer, until they turn into pants of breathing.
Once it is over, I slump over, hanging on my magical bonds. With my hair still wet from the pond, I flick my head some to look at the pair in front of me. I had hoped that maybe they wouldn’t be there. Like it was a dream or that they had run off. For now they see me at my lowest, my breathing super-fast, which makes my bare chest heave up and down.
“Emily, as impressive as that show was, I am your professor after all. It would be inappropriate to have any sort of romantic or sexual relationship with a student,” Professor Gent tells me in a very stern manner, as if I should be ashamed of myself. As I am still coming down from the orgasm, I just sort of look at him without much thought.
“It is not my place to comment about your…sexual appetites, but let me assure you, such shows of immodesty have no place in my class room,” the professor adds in a very judgmental manner. He then turns and walks off, looking as if he’s upset.
As he stomps away, both Jenny and I look at him. When he moves almost out of sight, I actually let out a small chuckle. I realize that when I was saying ‘fuck me’ he believed it to be me coming on to him. As if.
“Well, if that’s what you want,” Jenny tells me and sort of tilts her head in a motion that seems to say, “Why not?” I glance at her, not understanding what she means by this. She gets a very strange smile on her face, a smile that looks as if she is aroused as well.
My eyes widen as I feel her put her hand right on my womanhood. She steps up to stand right in front of me, her fingers now starting to pet my womanhood. Those fingers move over my lips and then my clit, stroking the wet area very gently.
I’m unable to say anything to this, especially as she has a wide smile on her face. I didn’t even know she liked anyone like this. Her personality is sort of bland, like it was built in a “build a nerd” chamber. From the little I know of her, she studies, watches anime and plays those role-top games with other nerds.
“I…I…I…” I start, trying to say something, but stop when she starts to pet faster. This makes me squirm even harder than before. Of all things I would expect from her, this isn’t one of them. I didn’t even know she liked anyone in a sexual sense.
Her petting my sex awakens something powerful in me, to which I know it’ll take her no time at all to make me orgasm again. The humiliation and embarrassment of this is very powerful as I can’t believe it’s happening. That of all people, Jenny is playing with my pussy.
“To think, I was just about to meet up for some DnD in the park when I ran into the professor. Thought it was a horrible break as he wanted to talk about the decline of class participation,” she muses, petting harder and faster now. I keep squirming from this, especially as she starts to move her fingers between my lips, showing how she could easily slip them inside me if she wanted.