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The clock was counting down: two minutes left. Only a few students remained: that smelly guy in the second row, the Goth girl who always wore a black hoodie, the non-descript brain who sat in the back. Then there was Shannon, and Jessica.
Today was final exam day.
I had already turned in all of my papers and taken my only essay exam. Some of it was pretty good. The rest was good enough, hopefully, to get by. I had spent the last week (plus a couple of days) in study hibernation mode. I had locked myself in the library to avoid any interruptions. After the last library incident (Damn, I wanted to fuck Lori again), I had found a near-secret cubicle that was hidden beyond almost all conceivable detection. From there I went to work, trying to get done with the papers and research that stood between me and the end of the semester.
No pussy for me; school had to come first. Jessica seemed to understand. She called me a couple of times, inviting me over to her dorm for some "fun." Her voice sounded so seductive. One time, I think I even heard another woman moaning in the background. There was no telling which of Jessica's playthings it was. I think I used every ounce of will I could muster when I told her no. I had to turn Jessica down; my grades depended on it.
So it had been a sex-free week for me (alright, I admit I faltered once with fellow grad student Sarah late on Monday – it was after hours so it didn't count). When I turned in my last paper, earlier that morning, my mind was still awhirl with the concepts I had been trying to lock down. Pure thought had taken its toll on my psyche. My eyes were blurry from staring at dusty books of postmodern theory. I was abuzz from a week-long caffeine overload. My back ached from sitting hunched in front of a dull computer screen. Sleep (or at least good sleep) was an unknown luxury.
But my graduate work was all done. The only thing left was administering the final for my speech class. Piece of cake.
I hadn't counted on Jessica and Shannon.
Most students dress for comfort on the day of the final exam. Sweatpants, t-shirts, and jeans were the rule. Clothes should be loose, so that they don't feel uncomfortable or cumbersome in the midst of a terror exam. The early hour of the exam I was administering exacerbated this trend. Finals are a recipe for deliberate un-sexiness, especially when blustery Midwestern winter weather is added to the mix.
Jessica and Shannon had bucked all trends. I was a little surprised to even see them show up at the final at all. Why bother? They had fucked and sucked their way to 'A's a long time ago. Showing up was pointless.
But they wanted to tease. Shannon was dressed up as a school girl. She wore black high heel shoes and thin white ankle socks. Her plaid skirt was cut way too short to be considered decent. The top was a white dress shirt with just enough buttons fastened to still be legal. A loose, black tie hung around her neck, pressing the shirt between her apple-sized tits. I could clearly see the perky bounce of her breasts and her flat, teen navel. Shannon completed the look with black, horn-rimmed glasses (completely with sparklies) and her bobbed hair. She was a very cute, studious slut.
Jessica was a baby doll dream. She had on a one-piece dress that looked like it came straight out of Frederick's of Hollywood. Jessica's tan skin was a delicious and startling contrast against the smooth, white material. Her shoulders were bare except for two thin, white straps holding the fabric up. I was transported to a vision; I could feel myself holding her, kissing, and nibbling, and biting that slender neck. A small reddened patch of skin on her collar bone drove me wild with lust. I wondered which of her girl-toys had given her that hickey. What naughty games had they played together? The bikini-like top accentuated Jessica's incredible curves. Her luscious, teen breasts practically exploded out of the fabric's embrace. The dress tapered at her waist and then flared out again. Her womanly hips and shapely ass were on perfect display. The free-flowing fabric made a sexy swish when she walked and did nothing to hide her prodigious assets. She completed the look with white leather boots that zipped up the side. Their sleek and shiny surface screamed, "Fuck me! I'm a slut!" Jessica's hair was done up in two twin pigtails. She looked like the Swiss Miss maid gone very naughty.
About fifteen minutes into the exam Jessica unwrapped a cherry Blow Pop and began to suck. Shannon saw what she was doing. Her eyes lit up and she played copy-cat with her pen. I wasn't sure if I should stop Jessica. What are the rules on licking lollipops during a final exam? In the end, I let the ladies keep sucking. It was comical and arousing at the same time to watch these two attractive women fellate objects while "taking their finals."
A few minutes later, Shannon dropped her pen. She made quite a show of picking it up. She bent over just far enough to give me a spectacular view of her cleavage before straightening back up. She then flashed me a winning smile before scribbling something on her paper.
I also learned Shannon wasn't wearing any underwear. Jessica, on the other hand, wore fire engine light, pink panties. How did I get this information? Both women flashed me repeatedly, making sure that I got a look at the goodies between their legs. Shannon even rubbed the capped end of her pen along the lips of her pussy and dipped it inside of her box. After sliding it in part way, she pulled pen out of her cunt and stuck it back in her mouth. I bet it was a tasty treat.
I am not sure if the other students noticed Jessica and Shannon's final exam antics. I know that the guy sitting on Jessica's right squirmed a lot. I think I saw him trying to peek down Jessica's dress, out of the corner of his eye. I think I also saw a female student shaking her head and scowling. No matter; worst case scenario a few people get irritated while several others race home to wank off.
I sat and stewed as I watched the tease. Jessica and Shannon showed no mercy. I couldn't leave or touch myself. I placed my hands palm down on my desk; I was afraid that if I moved them I wouldn't be able to help myself. Masturbation – even in class - would become inevitable.
I could only sit, and fester, and watch, and think about their incredible teenage bodies. My mind wandered and I daydreamed. I could practically feel their proud, teenage breasts in my hands. I traced soft, supple skin under my fingertips. Their nipples were hard and sensitive to my touch. Those pussies tasted so delightful squirming on the tip of my tongue. It felt so good to fuck those sluts, to pound those sweet, coed cunts. And the treasure of fresh, teenage ass....
Alas, I was powerless. I could not act. I could only sit, and sit, and sit some more as Shannon and Jessica played out their mischievous game.
Time was up, "I hope you guys are all done," I said. "Pack up your stuff and drop your exams in the pile on my desk. It has been fun. Thanks for a great semester."
The remaining students groaned in exhaustion. They massaged their aching hands and muttered epithets under their breath. Shannon and Jessica sauntered up to the front, seductively cool, and deposited the blue books onto my desk. In the unison they curtsied and said, "Thank you Professor." My blood boiled; my cock twitched. Shannon and Jessica gathered their things and left the room.
