My Pesky Student Has The Wrong Remote!

Professor Kylie Le Beau stood at the front of the lecture hall with a remote-controlled vibrator pressed against her clit. She pressed the button twice—quick, sharp pulses that made her breath catch—then slipped the controller onto the podium and tried to steady herself. Aubry Babcock would arrive any minute, and getting caught with soaked panties was not on the syllabus. Aubry walked in carrying her laptop bag, ready to run through the slides. She spotted the slim black rectangle on the podium, picked it up without thinking, and waited for her cue. Kylie took her position with her back to the screen, exactly where a presenter should stand. She began reciting her opening line. Aubry thumbed the top button. The projector stayed dark. Inside Kylie’s underwear a sudden thrum jolted through her core. Her sentence faltered. Aubry frowned at the remote, hit the button again—longer this time—and Kylie’s thighs clenched around another, deeper wave. Sweat prickled along her hairline; she kept talking, voice thinner than before. Another stubborn press. Aubry jabbed harder. The vibrations surged in quick, greedy bursts. Kylie’s knees dipped. She gripped the podium edge, cunt pulsing, every slide cue replaced by streaks of hot, helpless pleasure. Her voice cracked mid-sentence; the lecture was falling apart and so was she. Aubry kept clicking, confused. The intensity spiked—sharp, almost mean—and Kylie’s hips jerked visibly. She staggered sideways, snatched the device from Aubry’s hand, and fumbled for the off switch. The vibrator died between her legs, leaving a slick throb and the scent of her own arousal in the air. Aubry’s eyes traveled over flushed cheeks, parted lips, shaking hands. "Are you all right?" Kylie’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. "That wasn’t the projector remote," she managed. "It’s… mine." She watched Aubry’s pupils widen with understanding and unmistakable heat. "Show me," Aubry said, stepping closer. Her voice dropped. "I want to see what that does to you when you’re not trying to hide it." The offer hovered between them—risky, electric. Kylie’s heart hammered, but the corner of her mouth lifted. "Lock the door," she whispered, and Aubry’s answering grin promised they would finish what the remote had started.