“So, for there to be understanding between two people there must be a shared perspective the two must have the ability to understand each other's perspectives of life. The easiest way to do this is to try on each other's glasses and spend a day in them. What did you learn? So, for our assignment today I ask you when for the first time did you spend a day with someone else’s glasses on? If not then do so, the assignment is due next class,” Professor Warwick stated.



As the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, the students swiftly rose from their seats, a synchronized motion that had become customary. They eagerly gathered their belongings, hastily shoving notebooks and pens into their bags, and made their way toward the exit. The classroom buzzed with a sense of urgency as if everyone was in a race against time to escape the confines of the room.



Meanwhile, Warwick, a professor with a certain care for orderliness, calmly smiled and proceeded to tidy up his desk. He neatly stacked his textbooks, ensuring that there was ample space for the next teacher who would occupy the room. Warwick's meticulousness was a testament to his responsible nature, always thinking ahead and considering the needs of others.



However, amidst the flurry of activity, Lexi lingered behind, her gaze fixated on Warwick. It was as if he occupied her every thought, her mind consumed by his presence. Even when her best friend nudged her, urging her to join the rest of the class, Lexi remained rooted to the spot, lost in her world. What could be occupying this young girl's mind so intensely? It was a question that begged an answer, a mystery waiting to be unraveled.

“Mr.Warwick a word, if you would?” Lexi echoed out from the third row of chairs and desk.

Warwick's eyes darted up from his work as he motioned for Lexi to approach him with a flick of his wrist. She felt a rush of heat spread through her body as she weaved her way through the maze of desks toward him. Warwick sat down firmly in his chair, his gaze fixed on her as she approached.

Lexi couldn't help but feel a little nervous as she stood before him. Warwick was known for his sharp tongue and quick wit, and she didn't want to give him any reason to criticize her. But as he began to speak, she found herself relaxing.

“What irks you, I know there is always something?” Warwick questioned while stroking his pencil in his firm hands. This made Lexi feel warm again as she couldn't help but think about what it would be like if he wrapped his large hands around her firm ass.

“Nothing just I thought we could revisit the last conversation we had, you know about the Annu people and them starting the civilizations on Earth. I read the books you gave me and I thought that I should let you-”

“Lexi I appreciate you taking that lesson and researching it so intensely I see that it had got your interest. Why is that, are you interested in learning more?”

Lexi studied her feet for a little while before prompting herself to reply, “I enjoyed that lesson I would love to learn more about the ancient Egyptian culture and how it has affected us.”

“I’m glad this pleases you and makes you happy, I love to see you happy Lexi. Do you just want to talk about it or do you want to learn more?”

“I want to do both Sir.”

With a tight grip on the pencil, Professor Warwick smiled as he leaned over to retrieve the book that was slipping from Lexi's grasp. As he pulled it up to him, he couldn't help but notice the title and smirked at Lexi before placing it on his desk. It was as if the book now belonged to him.

"Pick this book up from my office along with your notes on what you have read so far, please. Do not be late," he stated firmly. Lexi nodded, feeling a sense of unease as she watched Professor Warwick's possessive behavior over the book. She couldn't help but wonder what he was planning to do with it. Nevertheless, she knew she had to comply with his request if she wanted to be his sub.

As she left the classroom, Lexi couldn't shake off the feeling of discomfort that lingered within her. She knew that Professor Warwick was known for his strict and unconventional teaching methods, but this was something else entirely. She couldn't help but wonder what other surprises he had in store for her and the rest of the class. Despite her reservations, she knew that she had to keep up with the things he was asking of her or she would never be his sub.

As Lexi walked through the halls, she clutched her books tightly to her chest, eager to reach the bathroom where she could finally indulge in her secret desires. Once inside the stall, she quickly undressed and began to explore her body, starting with her breasts. She lightly touched her nipples, feeling them harden beneath her fingertips as her breathing grew more rapid. She had purposely gone without a bra that day, hoping that Warwick would finally take notice of her perky brown tits. The thought of him made her squeal with pleasure, but she managed to suppress the sound so as not to draw attention to herself.

As she slid her hand into her thin underwear, she couldn't help but think about how smart Warwick was. The combination of his intelligence and her arousal was almost too much to bear, and she felt herself getting closer and closer to climax. But just as she was about to let go, the door of the bathroom burst open, and a group of college girls entered, laughing and chatting loudly. Lexi quickly removed her hand and composed herself, waiting until they had left before making her way back to her dorm room.

Once there, she finally allowed herself to release, she spread her legs out wide holding them on the armrest of her computer chair not even removing any article of clothing, not even her worn uniform shoes. She quickly jammed two fingers inside of her and allowed the wetness from earlier to seep out of her like a congested pipe of womanly fluid. She breathed out as the fingers went in and out easily. Her breathing increased as she synchronized her body to the movements of her fingers inside of her.

“Oh, Warwick,” she gasped and for a split second it felt like he was right next to her. She could feel his energy engloughing her with pleasure and that in herself was enough to make the spurts of just wetness become pure liquid as she came on her fingers.

Lexi sat back in her chair, a mix of satisfaction and disappointment washing over her. She had just experienced a moment of intense pleasure, but now it seemed to have evaporated as quickly as it had come. She sighed, realizing that Warwick, the person who had created this pleasure for her, no longer held the same power. With a determined expression, she turned her attention to her computer, as if trying to distract herself from the fleeting pleasure she had just experienced. She began to tackle her usual tasks - replying to emails, engaging in discussion threads, and diligently taking notes for Warwick. However, these once-engaging activities now felt mundane and monotonous to her. She found herself yearning to be with Warwick, to have a conversation about the very things she was typing about.

As Lexi continued to type away, her mind wandered back to the moment of pleasure she had just experienced. She couldn't help but wonder if something could be done in her connection with Warwick. Perhaps the physical act of self-pleasure had opened her eyes to a deeper desire for intimacy and connection. The tasks in front of her seemed to pale in comparison to the potential depth of conversation and emotional connection she craved with Warwick. She longed for a more meaningful interaction, where they could discuss their thoughts and feelings openly, rather than sitting in class like a meaningless student to him.

Nonetheless, she peered at the clock at the bottom of the screen to see it was getting late. 11:15 pm it read. Lexi yawned and twirled around in her chair to reveal her bed. Maybe she would dream about him she thought to herself as her body rose up to plop onto the bed.


To be continued....