kim ' jani ' jang - mi . 20 . delta nu vp , cheerleader , dancer . tran ' kitty ' katherine . 18 . kappa kappa delta pledge , gymnastics , track team . vincent , rachel . 28 . former delta nu . film studies professor .
THANKFULLY SHE CANNOT SEE his face because he’s smiling stupidly, looks like an idiot. there’s the girl he’d missed, seems as if she hasn’t changed thus far and that comforts him. she’d crossed his mind occasionally while away, reminiscing old memories – - all the laughs, tears, dances, and various shenanigans they’d shared growing up. sometimes, he’d find himself lying awake in bed, scrolling through their old text messages. fingertips hovering, debating on whether or not to send her anything. can’t quite recall why they’d stopped communicating to begin with, or who made the very last attempt. regardless he felt it was something he simply had to accept, they were living different lives since graduating high school. perhaps it was bound to happen ; some leave the other behind in their hometown, inevitably they grow apart.
❛ no, no, you were right the first time. ❜ hands retreat, fall into a little sway by his sides as he’ll finally slink around to her front. gaze soon meets hers, grin lingering ‘pon facial features, ❛ it’s santa claus, i still owe you a lump of coal. ❜ demeanor effortlessly veils his worry, the gnawing thought that she’s possibly mad at him – - but she seems happy. means he’s feeling guilty of something, albeit uncertain of what. the eventual end to their contact, most likely. was it his fault ? nevertheless he couldn’t be more ecstatic ; once a ghost of his past, a fond recollection now in the flesh. miraculous, truly.
the slow dwindling of their communication was still on the forefront of her mind . while she was not entirely blameless , jani remembered putting an exorbitant amount of effort in trying to retain contact . hours had been spent coming up with funny things to say , emojis used in place of her actual emotions . and she had received nothing in return . which ... was fine . she had finally just managed to move on from the ghost of their friendship . she was doing fine , right ? so why was she so PLEASED to see him ?
' i was ! ' the brunette crows , raising her fist in the air in triumph . ' but shit , i thought i'd escaped that punishment when we moved houses . ' and honestly , the sight of him is so nostalgic that it makes her breath catch in her throat . his eyes are still that breathtaking color that had made it hard for her to focus when she thought about all of their firsts . first playdate organized by their moms , first time he'd worked at the restaurant , and most importantly ... their first time . she takes a step forward , almost shy . before she wraps her arms around him . ' okay but seriously ... what the fuck are you doing here ? ' the words are murmured against his chest . ' do i have to go kick some out of state ass ? '
IT’D BEEN AWHILE SINCE HE’D LAST SEEN HER. too long, and yet, despite that he could easily recognize her, spot her among a bustling crowd or otherwise. never told her he’d returned to chicago – - the intention was there, but he wanted to surprise her in person. so when he sees her ; idle within a small, dispersing group fair distance across the field, back turned, that’s when he decided he absolutely had to take the opportunity. he’d even raised a shushing index to lips at the person who’d noticed him, they did him the favor of wandering off without warning her.
stealthy in the way he approaches, grass stained sneakers silent as they maneuver carefully over trimmed, soft green. an excited, cheeky smile as he nears closer from behind. and suddenly, palms reach around her head, shielding her eyes. ❛ hey, guess who. ❜ he prompts, playful as he always had been. hopes his voice sounds familiar, still registers after the past couple years.
closed starter for @salacitys .
CHEERLEADING PRACTICE has just ended . the brunette is sweaty , maybe a little too irritable : it had been a long day and the girls were no longer in the mood for each other's company . which is fine . she never expected to be on a team that was close all the time . their victories are what mattered . taking a moment to adjust her ponytail , she bids goodbye to various members before well ... quite frankly , she almost has a heart attack . while being generally observant of her situation , the approach of someone from behind is a shock ( that she’d never admit too ) and she barely manages to stop herself from putting her elbow in their ribs as they cover her eyes .
then , for a moment , she wonders if she can truly believe her ears . it had been about ... a year since she had heard that voice . still deep , still playful , the voice of leandro mayone takes her by surprise . despite all of their close years spent together , her usually stuck to his side like glue , the lose of their combined virginity had done something . slowly , upon starting college , contact had been whittled down to nothing . part of her was hurt . hell , part of her is more than hurt . but she remains still , allowing him to touch her as she plays into his game . ' santa claus ? ' the cheerleader hums , touching a finger to her lips . ' a million dollars ? full paid tuition for my last year ? ' a pause then , a growing smile . ' - don't tell me that this is leo . ' honestly , she's hoping this is a dream : and if it is , she doesn't want to woken up from it .
“did you two get into a fight?” the blonde suggested, shifting closer to the brunette while her mind began to ponder. “did you flirt with her partner? slaps someones ass too hard? make her jealous?” there were a lot of reasons that florida could think of, but maybe it was because she would’ve done the same thing. maybe not to the extent that jani was describing, but something. “if you don’t think it was her, then it probably wasnt her. my next question though, are you going do something for payback?”
' not recently , no , ' she replies . although her certainty is wavering . she hadn't flirted with her partner , no . but maybe she had done something to attract her ire . after a second though , the brunette realizes that florida is right . her convictions about elena had been so strong that she knew that it probably hadn't been the delta nu president . ' payback ? ' a bink then as she considers the possibility . ' what could i possibly do to get back at her ? '
despite the lackadaisical, care - free way paula presents herself, she makes no pretensions about not being a serious student. but now, her lurid desires consummated, she can’t help but feel like each of those three days will be spent seated right at jani’s side, calloused fingertips teasing her thigh, threatening to slip between her legs while the whole class watches her squirm this time; fun as that would be, as exciting as it is, judging by the damp, warm sensation spreading between her own thighs, they both will need to exercise some serious self control. paula, on one hand, could wait until they got home. could jani ?
is she really a good girl ? she really wants to be . especially if this is what it gets her . she can imagine classes with paula's hand skating up her thigh , nights spent being fucked senseless in the delta nu house while her sisters are no more than room away . meeting in the gym , working out together , and eating her out in the shower . the thoughts are intoxicating . she can imagine each and every punishment that paula could dole out to her . and the thoughts make her feel even hotter .
paula can keep every single pair of her panties if she keeps talking like that . she never imagined that she would have an accent kink . but as paula slips back into spanish , jani determines that she would one hundred percent love to hear her speak in spanish - even if she doesn't know entirely what she's saying . plus , the thrill of not knowing what's being said about her is another erotic concept . she bites down on her bottom lip gently as she comes down from the orgasm . she's flushed , elated - relaxing against the desk while paula pulls away from her . ' that felt so good , fuck - ' despite knowing that they're under time constraints , she remains against the cool surface , allowing herself to cool down .
her desire to rest isn't acknowledged and she can feel paula's breath moving down her back . she shivers as she turns to watch her , squirming at the sight of her on her knees . paula still has the power - despite being the one on the floor . and the thought is enough to make her feel warm . what would it be like to surrender completely ? a gasp escapes her as she spanks her . ' fuck , ' the swear feels particularly filthy , especially when it emerges again as paula drags her tongue over her folds . jani rocks back , her grasp on the desk tightening exponentially . her fingers had felt good . but paula was even better with that tongue of hers . a fact that is met with elation from the cheerleader that she has bent over . ' of course , ' she replies , perhaps a bit too eager to imagine it . ' would you believe i fucked one of the girls the other day ? i let her into my room and she ate me out for an hour before i finally let her go back to her room . ' a pause then , a moan involuntary breaking up the flow of her sentences and her thoughts .
' but they'd join us , ' the brunette elaborates further as she reaches back . and she wants so badly to be able to touch her . to feel her skin against hers . ' they'd let you fuck me senseless . tell you what to do to their mean vice president . and i know you'd be MORE than up to the challenge of disciplining me . '
if his skull weren’t so clouded, hazy from overwhelming lust then perhaps he’d be worried and second guessing this situation. could he lose his job as a result ? absolutely, but unfortunately for him that’s become another part of the thrill – - deep down it still matters, albeit in this moment not nearly enough to stop. once a security officer reduced to nothing more than a painfully horny, vulnerable mess thanks to the dancer’s exciting presence and muddied words.
❛ i’ve … mmh, ❜ response’s cut short by an involuntary grunt of pleasure. another habitual, upward motion of his hips. ❛ i’ve been close. ever since you came through that door. ❜ he’ll clarify, voice low and raspy. starving. it’s why he had slowed the pace of his strokes, any faster and he’d erupt with the pent up pressure of a volcano. denying himself of an orgasm because he secretly doesn’t wish for this to end as quickly as it’s unfolded. but if that’s all she wants ; to watch him reach an intense climax then screw it, at this point he practically owes it to her. ❛ god. the things i’d do to you, jani. ❜
mind's soon wandering. imagines himself scooping up her smaller, slender frame, sliding her up and down the extended length of his erection solely by the use of hands on her hips. standing, ravaging her as she’s mid - air. could even pin her to the desk’s surface, or a wall, dangle one of her legs over a shoulder. she’s right here, it isn’t fair, he'll muse as his head tips back, palm once again vigorous on hardened penis. ❛ sh– shit, i’m, ❜ words breathed out, there’s a weakness in his tone. it’s the moment she’s been impatiently waiting for, finally plummeting over the edge as cock noticeably twitches in his grasp. it throbs with each spurting release of thick semen, dribbling over fingers that have yet to unlatch.
her position on the desk grants her a new vantage point . one that she uses to its advantage . the brunette rubs her thumb over his bottom lip , a gesture to soothe him even as he heads towards the orgasm that she's been seeking . she wants to touch him elsewhere . wants to know what it's like to be on top of him , pinned beneath him , or with her mouth wrapped around the aching cock that he currently has in his hand . but she settles for this little contact , something to tide her over until another day .
as his hips buck up again , jani can't help herself . she squeezes her legs shut , searching for some sort of friction that will keep herself from losing the distance between them and sitting on his cock . just thinking about it is enough to make her want to spiral past the point of no return . what would it do them ? she knows that the refuge that she had found in his office would be ... different . perhaps she'd let him fuck her with the blinds open so that people could see if they looked in and noticed her sitting on his lap . there are so many ways that they could fuck . the lewd possibilities have her dizzy : she's unable to think of anything else . ' tell me about them , ' she encourages , her voice cutting the sex haze that they've created . ' and what if ... ' minute hesitation . ' i wanted you to do them to me ? '
tony seems like he's day - dreaming . and jani can only imagine the thoughts going through his head as he brings himself closer to an orgasm . she has never so badly wanted to be able to read minds . she wants to see what he's thinking about , she wants him to do what he's thinking about . then , he's falling over the precipice : semen spilling between his fingers . only then does the brunette move , the desire to taste him overwhelming . she settles upon his knees , straddling him . boldly , mouth nears his hand and she sucks the results of his orgasm off of each and every one of his fingers .
‘ the joy of being a lesbian, ‘ the comment provokes a soft, melodic laugh that belies the woman’s half - lidded gaze; ❛ if only they listened to me. ❜ she’s only only one drink in, enough for her perception of rachel to change; morena’s caught her friend’s gaze for weeks now, one she’s familiar with. what builds her own attraction, the reason her gaze lingers along the dress, how little there must be beneath it, is how she hasn’t acted on it. restraint … such a bygone value these days, she thinks. one that aught to be rewarded. she set her wine glass down and, flattening out her shirt to accentuate her features, she slid over a seat; one arm went behind the couch, strategically behind her, eyes locked on rachel’s.
❛ well … ❜ her voice trails off, hand strategically reaching for a nother bite of popcorn, letting it slip between painted lips. ❛ say someone comes in that you actually find attractive, student or faculty; ❜ she accentuates the last word on purpose, leaning forward. even seated, morena’s a dominating presence, physically anyway; taller, rounded curves, lips that swiftly disappear between ruby red lips. ❛ and they were to compliment your work, offer you a drink to ease the stress. ❜ morena’s eyes remain locked on her partner’s, hand rested against exposed thigh, nails tapping her skin, having already red her like an open book. ❛ how would you respond ? ❜
' no means maybe at allerton , ' the words are bellied with a little laugh . although she hates how accurate she is . she's been hit on by too many students who think they can get into her pants . sometimes , rachel slips . carries on a dalliance with someone old enough to know that they shouldn't fall into bed together . other times , she goes home and enjoys her body in private . those times have been occurring more often than not lately : the thrill of the chase gone from most of her interactions with students . as morena flattens her shirt down against her body , rachel can't help but to stare . she has more of an athletic physique but ... morena is built like a damn goddess .
' okay , ' she responds , eyebrow arching as the other professor begins their quandary . the heat of her gaze has her squirming . she's never been one to cower . but rachel doesn't know if she can match morena's intensity . but she knows that she'd like to try . as she finishes her question , the woman takes a breath , a nervous laugh slipping from between pink lips . ' how would i respond ? ' she repeats the question , trying to give her some time to compose an answer that doesn't involve her getting on her knees for the other . it's hard . ' i'd drink with them , ' she finally ends up saying , twirling a strand of hair around her finger . ' and then ... i'd want to see where it led . '
He appreciates that she’s vocal, assuring him that she was pleased with how he’s started. When Kai could feel her hands in his scalp running through his hair, he’d hum vibrantly while burrowing his tongue inside of her, carefully twisting and rolling it as his hums are muffled against her. He hasn’t had too much practice using his tongue, at least not to this extent since he’s only ever been with one other girl but he’s not surprised by the results of his efforts to get Kitty off. Kai would add more of his touch, reaching up for her breast to lightly squeeze and massage, resuming his vibrant humming every time she’d arch into him, and looking up to catch glimpses of her expression.
who wouldn't be pleased with how he had started ? one hand slips up to play with one of her hardened nipples , each touch amplifying the pleasure that he's building between her legs . it's been too long since she's been this close and kitty's feeling like an idiot for not giving into her desires like the rest of her peers . her hips roll with each hum , her fingers tightening in his hair . ' fuck , ' the word slips out between bitten lips and she tugs slightly . ' -- i'm getting close . '
❛ mm, tell me about it. ❜ reclined in her own seat, arm poised upon the armrest and one leg crossed over the other, morena simply absorbs the woman’s words; for someone as practiced as she is at talking to people, she doesn’t seem to have many friends. call it a trust issue. rachel’s presence, however, has been something of a comfortable change of pace for her; a woman just as good with her words as she is with her dress sense. she doesn’t mind letting her gaze drift to the dress, how it presses into her skin. ❛ you know how it goes, ❜
she takes another drink of red wine, reaching across to snag a few kernels from the bowl before easing back into place, lounging, her own skirt starting to roll up against her thigh, idly. ❛ another class, another long line of horny young frat boys in my office, making suggestive comments and winking. none of them seem to understand what the word ‘ lesbian ‘ means. ❜ a wistful sigh; each of them gets an f on the next major essay. the thought produces a knowing smile, brown eyes slowly shifting to watch rachel’s own as her head reclines, exposing her throat. ❛ you ever have to deal with things like that ? ❜
she feels her gaze like it’s a touch . they'd been friends for a while now : rachel had grown comfortable enough to do things like this girl's night . but she can't help but to wonder what it would be like if they were lovers . it had been a path she'd entertained upon meeting morena . but she had ultimately decided against , which is why she was feeling stupid now . the other woman is so poised , so brilliant .
rachel has a crush . the realization had come a few weeks ago and while not unpleasant , it had changed how her gaze would wander over the other's impressive physique . she'd pictured her naked more times than she cared to admit . ' ugh , ' the woman rolls her eyes at the thought of said frat boys . ' oh , i get them too . and i don't even have the joy of being a lesbian . i just get to tell them that i was already ten when they came out of their mother's womb . and then i remind them that i could have babysat them . ' she raises her glass of wine and takes a sip , eyes following the column of morena’s throat . ' and that usually gets them right out of my office . you should fail the next boy who tries to get under your skirt . '
as she holds the girl close, stripping her uniform away, haphazardly tossing each piece to the side, that strange, dark side of her mind draws her vision too to that glass slit, especially as she pulls jani to her feet. maybe she does want someone to see; some random boy to watch as delta nu’s vice president squirms beneath her hand, taking her fingers and her tongue and, like a good girl, begging for more. a subtle show of power, strength. but she doesn’t perform for the enjoyment of others, stroking jani’s nude skin, she wants her all to herself; nobody else is worthy of watching her coil against the desk, digging into it hard enough to leave marks.
❛ cocky ? ❜ she smirked against jani’s lips for a moment; she could’ve stayed like that for hours; the girl grinding herself frantically against her thigh, holding her close, the taste of her lips. but the more jani spoke, the more frantic paula became. someone had to be shown a lesson. with her bent over the desk, paula’s fingers lovingly stretch jani’s skin with each re - entry, digits occasionally curling inside her as she does so. so exhilarating, seeing her moan against the desk, watching her cheeks go red. leaning over jani’s back, soaking fingers slowly pull out of her body as paula leans over to kiss her; instead, her hand begins vigorously rubbing at her clit, other hand near her mouth, stroking her lips. so needy; truth is, they both needed this.
❛ say my fucking name, ❜ she whispers, her tongue sliding back into jani’s ear as her hand massages that tender tract of nerves; letting her hand free for just a moment, it slowly drags across the flesh of jani’s ass, only to spank her just hard enough to leave a small print behind, slipping right back between her legs; she knew just where to touch, just how hard she needed it … but to tell the truth, that helpless look in jani’s eyes, wide - eyed, at her mercy, was doing most of the work for her. ❛ tell me you want me to make you cum again … ❜ she whispered, fingers sliding back into her, stretching her pussy just so, just enough to bring her closer to the edge; another warm, passionate kiss.
even now, as the clock ticks down, paula doesn’t seem to notice or care. jani is all that exists, all that matters; the time limit is only an irritant. perhaps she was even growing jealous of her; laying back, letting someone else do the work. ❛ cum for me now … and you’ll get to eat me out after class. ❜
pavlov's dog is going to have nothing on her . jani can see herself getting wet every time she enters this classroom and sits even remotely close to the desk that she's bent over . it's going to drive her insane . to have to sit through this class and not bring herself to orgasm with the memory of paula's tongue , touch , her dominance . she can already imagine how she'll get off just remembering this desk . there's a certain thrill to the knowledge that people are going to sit there every single day and not know that the vice president of delta nu had once been brought to a screaming orgasm on top of it .
' mhmm , cocky , ' she mimics . but fuck her . maybe provoking such a woman was a mistake . because each time her fingers curl inside of her , jani loses a little bit of her drive to antagonize her . girls who antagonize the woman dominating them physically and mentally probably don't get that orgasm that they desire . she buries her soft , high - pitched noises in her mouth - desperately kissing her . she can't be too loud . this would spell disaster for both of them if they're caught by a professor .
but with each of the touches to her clit , jani can't help but press back against her , desperate , her noise level increasing . the little bundle of nerves is highly sensitive and each touch sends her spiraling towards the goal that they're both chasing . she can feel the results of paula's work dripping down her thighs . and she feels guilty about antagonizing her - especially when paula has proven herself more than capable of getting her off .
' paula , ' her name sounds like a plea coming from the brunette . and she can only imagine what her sorority's president would think of her being bent over the desk by the competition . nothing complementary , probably . she'd probably say something about how she was a traitor . she can't really bring herself to care right now . or ever again : especially as paula spanks her . legs trembling , she clenches the desk harder . she's putty in her hands . everything that paula does is bringing her closer to the edge . and she kisses her with such desperation that the contact of their lips is almost bruising .
and with the command and the promise , jani shatters . there's a brief moment of disbelief , as if her body can't believe that she'd orgasm as ordered but then , jani feels her body react . and she relaxes into it ; letting herself ride one of the strongest orgasms that she's ever had , the sounds muffled by paula’s mouth .
' and don't even get me started on this week , ' rachel's ranting . it shouldn't be cute but she's gesturing enthusiastically with the glass of moscato in her hand , remembering to take sips to abate both her thirst and her desire to be less sober . the woman is sitting cross - legged upon her friend's couch , sundress bunched up on her thighs as she pops a piece of popcorn in her mouth . ' my students are determined to be the early death of me . i'm twenty - eight : i'm too young to get wrinkles . ' theatrics winding down , she offers her the popcorn bowl as the concept of manners reoccur to her . ' how's your week been ? ' @professorosales
florida couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, head shaking at her assumption. “do you get along with the president?” if she didn’t, that should be the first person that she looked at for blame. sorority girls were hot, but they were petty. did she touch her boyfriends arm? smack her girlfriends ass at a party? anything could’ve happened that got that girl in her bed. “don’t ever count her out, friend.”
she's a little miffed by the suggestion that she and elena don't get along . ' of course , ' she replies . and it's the truth . despite the fact that they sometimes have their differences , jani would do anything for the other girl - and she knows the same about her . ' it wasn't her , i promise , ' jani tugs some of her hair over her shoulder before beginning to stress - braid ( a quirk that she's had her whole life ) . ' why would she have done it anyways ? '
Why did she call them that? Why did the entire fin domme community call them that? Really… “Because their nickname in my profession is piggy bank. And therefor, pig. Besides, most of them are perverts who gets off on the fact that I look like jailbait.” Just twenty, but looking more like she was 18, or younger even… Yeah, the guys liked that. “Of course everyone has their own preference. Some likes french manicure, some likes bright colors, some loves glitter… It’s like girls. We all have our preferences.” Though that was obvious to her. She wasn’t about to say exactly how she got her own clients though. That did contain the risk others trying to get into it too. “Whatever i offer? If I offer to send someone my used panties, I can get quite a bit from that. Just me insulting them, having me moan in videos or on the phone for them… Whatever I’m willing to do, honestly. It’s all about the creativity.”
that is ... definitely deserving enough of that nickname . despite the fact that she was noticing that her proclivities were ... a little out of the norm , she couldn't imagine getting off to someone just because they looked young . but ... whatever floated their boat - as long as it was legal , of course . ' got you , ' she hums as she purses her lips before glancing down at the other girl's toes . she had a personal preference for simple pastel-colored pedicures . ' your used panties ? ' shock fills her expression . ' wow ... and if you - don't mind me asking , how much do you make ? '
[ adelaide kane ; cisfemale ; she/her ; bisexual ] RACHEL VINCENT the TWENTY-EIGHT year old PROFESSOR. they have been hired at allerton in the FILM STUDIES DEPARTMENT. they’ve been known to be +ELEGANT, as well as -FLIGHTY. things they enjoy are ROUGH SEX & EDGING, but dislike SCAT & FOOT FETISHES.
welcome to my third child ! who actually happens to be the oldest of my characters and who just might be my favorite ( but , shh , don't tell jani and kitty ! ) but anyways , i've had some time to think about her background and i know how i want to go about her . so without further ado , here is some info about her :
born in los angeles to two parents who wanted the best for her , rachel was always destined to be on stage or on the screen . when she was three years old , she did her first commercial - for coca-cola , no less . and that set up her love of hollywood for the rest of her life . she got cast on various sitcoms throughout her childhood but the main one , which impacted her life , was the one that she got cast in at the age of eleven .
from the ages of eleven through eighteen , she played as blue avery on ' the life of blue ' , a boy meets world-esque sitcom that followed the life of her fictional character from a preteen through college . her performance was critically acclaimed and rachel has an embarrassing amount of accolades from the time . but at eighteen , she was thirsty for something different . she had loved being on television - don't get her wrong . but she was burnt out . because of this , she made the decision to leave LA behind for a while . and she ended up in chicago and at allerton for her undergraduate program .
she debated majoring in theatre or something would allow her to be the center of attention . but after spending so much time in front of the camera , she thought to try her hand at being behind it . and she absolutely loved it . after she completed her four year program , she went back to los angeles with the goal of making some movies .
fast forward two years and her first film is released . it was supposed to be an indie psychological thriller but the critics absolutely ate it up . and rachel received the opportunity to screen it at cannes . after that , she was extremely sought after as both a writer and a director . so at twenty - three , rachel was enjoying the fame that she had sought .
and the debauchery that came with it . and quite frankly , the next three years were a blur . until everything came crashing down at her feet . after getting caught having an affair with one of the actors in her film ( they had been engaged to someone else ) , the ensuing outcry over the fact that she had broken up a marriage drove rachel out of hollywood . desperate for somewhere to stay , she ended up in chicago and back at allerton .
she had to practically BEG to get this faculty position . but despite her checkered past , her credentials were enough to get her the position . after getting the job , rachel has actually ?? adjusted pretty well to living in chicago . she's a pretty interesting professor , has the habit of making her students laugh .
but recently , she's been struggling with muse . which could be blamed on the fact that she still feels super guilty about breaking up that actor's marriage ( even though it takes two to tango ) or the fact that she just hasn't been very inspired lately to create .
MISC :
- definitely probably ( maybe ) a voyeur . ( probably has some consensual softcore sex tapes that she films in her bedroom . )
- vintage heaux . she loves a good thrift store and she wears those big floppy sunhats with cute little vintage dresses . she's extremely well-dressed , always meticulously groomed .
- has a record player with a collection of old music . truly thinks that she should have been born in another era . she's kinda whimsical ? but realism really beat her up after everything that happened in LA .
- pretty kind . but she has issues committing and therefore , doesn't even own a pet . because that's something that she has to take care of other than herself .
- has the cutest laugh . her nose scrunches up . it's literally one of the reasons america adored her during the life of blue .
- drinks a lot of sweet wine . ends up wine drunk while grading papers - only two students have gotten back incomprehensible results .
- will sleep with anyone , younger or older .
- a switch but with bottom tendencies . can top if she really wants to but prefers to receive most of the benefit while doing almost none of the work .
- that's all so far ! but as i think of more , i'll let you guys now .
WANTED CONNECTIONS :
- someone who was there while she completed her undergraduate . ( maybe it was sexual ? maybe not ? )
- an ex boyfriend from her college days . ( probably ghosted him almost immediately after graduation )
- someone who admires her work and also the fact that she's lowkey famous ?
- some flings . rachel is a romantic but with how busy she is , she hasn't had time to devote herself to romance . on top of that , she's kind of a flake and tends to ghost when things get too serious .
- a muse . rachel is going through some rough times with her inspiration right now . and if someone wanted to help ~inspire~ her , she'd be more than a little grateful .
- THIS IS PROBABLY GOING TO THE MAIN BUT IF YOU WANT , PLEASE TAKE IT UP ... the actor she had a fling with . could be older or younger . but definitely was from chicago and could have thought they had something ? so they ended up at allerton either as a student or as a professor and uh , rachel doesn’t know how to tell them that she probably ruined their life for no reason .
like jani, paula has been keeping track of the time; they have a good twenty minutes left until the next class arrives, and even though she hears the footsteps outside, the thought excites her; how she would long to have jani moan her name where everyone could hear her, to fuck her until she left the dripping residue of her orgasm all over the floor, all over the desk for some random student to find … she’d already convinced herself the effort was worth it. jani’s hand refuses to block hers and, while maintaining the girl’s gaze, experienced fingers merely slip the yellow fabric of her thong aside, massaging that warm core slowly, threatening to penetrate her as she spoke. but she’d wait.
❛ mmfh … didn’ think so, ❜ she whispered, pulling jani into her lap with her other hand as she made the first move. fingertips slowly drifted up her spine as they kissed, paula’s tongue slipping through jani’s lips and for a moment, her hands stopped; only for the two of them to rise up the sides of her body, peeling away the crop top that covered her breasts. so many ideas, so little time, but she couldn’t help but lean forward, allowing her tongue to slowly ravish one of her nipples, enough to make it hard, with one gripping the girl’s ass to keep her steady.
steady enough to help pick her out of the desk, lips pressed back against hers as they stood, only for paula to slowly pull away the mini skirt that hid everything else, slowly breaking their kiss to take a once over again, moving her aside some, just so someone couldn’t be encouraged to watch them. ❛ i’ll go to that party with you, ❜ she whispered, turning jani around only to press her hand to her bare back, bending her over the desk. leaning over, her tongue slipping into the girl’s ear, devilish, three fingers slowly began massaging her folds, her clit … before sliding inside, beginning to push in and out. ❛ but you gotta’ cum for me first. ❜
she hopes someone is watching . that would be the only thing that makes this illicit encounter better . someone with their eyes glued to the movements of their bodies through the tiny window that allows gazes to enter the classroom . jani has always loved attention . to get off on it ... it isn't that far of a stretch . with all of paula's attention on her and her fingers slowly massaging at her heated center , well ... jani can't help the noise that escapes her when she arches up against her .
' how cocky , ' she murmurs against her mouth as she's pulled into her lap . the position is comfortable and she rolls her hips downward while she seeks some type of friction . ' i need proof of your skills . like now . ' how needy of her , she knows . but she can't help herself . especially not when she knows that paula will soon oblige her - and she'll end up bent over the desk with her panties around her ankles . ' fuck , ' the word is an exhale as paula laves at her nipple and fingers curl into her dark hair . she's always been sensitive but whenever a lover takes the chance to worship her breasts ( even if it's brief ) , it gets her going even more .
the brunette nips at her lip when she's picked out from the desk . a subtle show of strength that has jani even wetter : she loves power plays . even if she is the loser . ' you will ? ' her excitement is overpowering until she's bent over the desk , practically naked in the middle of the classroom that she has to be in three times a week . ( she's going to be like pavlov's dog from now on : every time she enters the classroom , she'll feel an urge to be bent over exactly like this . the thought both concerns and excites her . ) her touch has her squirming back , pressing closer against the other . it's really unfair that she's fully dressed . as she opens her mouth to voice that objection , the only sound that can come out is a moan as her fingers enter her . the stretch is fantastic , something that has her pink - cheeked , open - mouthed . ' make me cum for you then . ' still such a smart - ass : even with three of paula's fingers inside of her .
lids flutter open on command, hazel eyes firmly locking with those dark, alluring hues blatantly staring him down. ❛ yes, ma’am. ❜ reply tumbles, carried via low groan and a slight shift of hips ; a needy, upward buck into his own gripe. fixating attention on her face proves a combination of easy and difficult – - he thinks she’s breathtakingly beautiful, but peripheral vision catches her hand so dangerously close to her inner thighs, teasing the hem of small skirt. wonders what’s hiding underneath, wants it gone, wants her on top of him rather than the desk, how selfish he is.
there’s a wetness over swollen tip which wasn’t there before ; precum. utilizes the base of his thumb to spread it like lubricant in a slow, circular motion, all while lustful gaze obediently observes pretty countenance. he wasn’t aware of how much he’d get off on the idea of someone watching him, not until now – - suddenly, perhaps a little eagerly does he slightly scoot forward, a decent sized gap ( unfortunately ) still residing between them. if he didn’t care for permission, he’d tug her right onto exposed length. alas, he’s still a good guy at heart. wouldn't ever force her into anything.
❛ so. do you like what you see ? ❜ he’ll ask through a subtle smirk, goddamn knowing the answer already but he thirsts for a reaction, confirmation, anything. rhythmic pumps continue as teeth sink into bottom lip, possibly trying to refrain from spewing his next line. a thought vocalized. ❛ ‘cause i do. ❜
ma'am . the word is not unfamiliar . but she's never heard it enunciated like this - tumbling out on the wave of a groan that sounds like a prayer . she imagines how else she can get him to say it . maybe on his knees with his head beneath her skirt and his tongue tracing out the letters on her clit or with his cock deep inside of her as she makes him beg . the thoughts are intoxicating as she watches him buck into his hand . and jani ... god help her - she's imaging what it would be like if she let this debauched man have her . her throat is dry but she's on fire everywhere else , the heat culminating between her legs .
her body is almost begging to be touched and it doesn't quite care by who . the hands nearby her skirt are getting too dangerous to keep there - so she moves them to grasp the sides of the chair , lest she give into her desires . jani remains a watcher instead of a participant , eyes glued to the movement of his hand as he moves closer . ' you look good , ' she responds upon clearing her throat , gaze flicking up to meet his . ' so fucking good . but i feel like you’d look better from a different vantage point . ' a second ticks by as she watches him sink his teeth into that plump bottom lip before the brunette's composure cracks .
jani moves forward : closes the gap until she can feel the heat of his body . now seated upon the desk , resting her hands on her knees and staring down at him . ' is this view better ? ' an inquiry as she places a finger upon his chin . her body feels so damn tight - she’s so aware of everything that she knows her nipples are hardened peaks through the fabric of both her shirt and her bra . she's never been so breathlessly horny just from watching . ' are you close -- ? ' a pause then . before earnestly : ‘ i need to see you cum . ‘
