Pervy Professors

After class, Sophia Locke and Cherry Kiss linger at their shared desk. Wives and professors both, they trade quiet jokes about the girl who's about to walk through that door. Gal Ritchie. Blonde hair, tight body, a mouth made for trouble. They picture the same thing at the same time. The doorknob turns. Gal steps in, red hair catching the late light, and the room warms by degrees. She sets her essay on the desk with a little smile, glad to see them both. The conversation stays light for a moment—grades, summer plans—until Sophia leans forward. Her blouse parts just enough to show the heavy curve of her breasts. The question follows, low and direct. Would you like to finish the semester with both of us? Gal's eyes flick between them. A flush climbs her throat. She laughs once, surprised, then nods before the laugh fades. The essay can wait. So can the hallway outside. Sophia's hand finds the small of Gal's back while Cherry steps close, lips brushing the shell of Gal's ear. Clothes loosen, buttons slip. Gal's small tits press against Sophia's fuller ones as Cherry's mouth claims the first kiss. Hands explore—Sophia's fingers under Gal's skirt, Cherry's tongue tracing the line of Gal's jaw. They sink onto the leather couch without hurry, three bodies settling into a slow, hungry rhythm that promises to stretch long past the last bell.