Sucking up in Class

Charlotte stood at the front of her classroom lecturing on reproduction. Scarlett and Alex hunched in their desks, still sore from last night's fuck, scribbling filthy promises back and forth. Alex folded the newest note and slid it straight between her thighs, grinding on the paper like she had something to prove. The girls broke into laughter that cracked through Charlotte's lecture. She turned. Scarlett claimed they were just taking notes, but Charlotte already knew she was being lied to. She crossed the room and plucked the paper from between Alex's fingers. When she read it aloud, the dirty details shocked her: who licked whom first, how Alex's fingers stretched Scarlett open, the plan to meet again tonight. Charlotte lowered the note. She had to call their parents. They begged, desperate. She kept shaking her head until the girls noticed the wedding band was absent from her left hand and remembered the faculty lounge gossip about Miss Stokely being gay. They rose together, sliding behind her desk. Charlotte asked what they were doing, and Scarlett answered that class was in session—hands-on study of communication, relationships, and raw sex. The girls peeled off their blouses. Charlotte stuttered a protest about her job until Scarlett promised silence if Charlotte offered the same. Empty hallways, Saturday light bleeding through the windows. The girls reached for the buttons on her blouse next. They meant to turn the lesson around.