Thread: English 2352 {DearestDarling & Dane Stalling}

So... He licked you?! It was just past 200 in the morning. Rosalie had thought that she might be able to bum a ride from her professor back to her apartment, but she had been so stunned by his exit that the words only occurred to after she had stood there, lips wet from where his tongue had touched, as he drove away. Jessica had complained when she first picked up the phone, but as soon as Rose had promised to give her the entire scoop of her midnight coffee date, her friend had squealed something loudly into the phone, hung up on her promptly, and had arrived in half the time she should've, honking and neglecting to put the car in park. It had taken Rosalie the entire fifteen minute ride to properly collect her thoughts, but when they reached the apartment, Jessica refused to let her hold out anymore. Twice. Rosalie was stripping out of her clothes as she spoke, regretting the offer she'd made for the ride. Walking would've been better than enduring Jessica's badgering. That's... So weird. So weird and so fucking hot. He's probably into all kinds of freaky shit... Her words were muffled by the handfuls of popcorn she stuffed into her mouth-- yes, she had actually popped corn to eat while Rosalie told her about the evening. She had pulled off the tank top, and the jeans... Her hands lingered at the tie around her neck. She gathered the ends in her hands, gripping them just for a moment, the way he had... For that split moment, she thought that he was going to kiss her, to take the damn sugar, but he had only wanted a taste... You should text him a picture of you, like that. He probably wouldn't be able to stand up and lecture for a week... Rosalie glanced for a moment into her vanity mirror, almost as if she were contemplating it. What would her professor do if she sent him a picture of her in nothing but her bra and tiny panties, and his tie...? Drop her from his class, probably. Or maybe it would entice him to take another taste... Hm. I don't have his phone number, she lied. Bullshit. I have him too, remember? We got the same syllabus. It has his phone number listed, right next to his office hours. Damn it. Seriously. Do it. Fuck, I would do it in a heartbeat. He licked you Rosalie, he fucking licked you. He wants it, bad. He was drunk, Rosalie countered, but she was still paused in front of the mirror, considering the idea. It would be interesting to see what he would do, should she sent it... But this wasn't just taunting him in class, or sharing a flirty cupcake. This was sexting. What's the worst that could happen? I could probably be expelled. She slid the silky tie slowly off of her neck, nearly all the way off, but not quite. Okay. Okay? The munching had stopped. Take a picture. I want to see his face when I walk in his class on Wednesday. Jessica wasted no time in setting up what constituted a mini-photo shoot. They struggled for creative control Jessica wanted nothing less than for her to send some kind of full-frontal, BDSM-inspired porn spread, but Rosalie won out. Illuminated by the Christmas lights that were wrapped around her headboard, she was laying on her belly atop a fluffy, floral comforter, propped up on her elbows, the ends of the tie gathered in her clasped hands in front of her, as though she were praying to some lustful god. Her back was arched slightly, a valley of shadow, and the warm light fell on the swell of her ass. At Rosalie's insistence, they settled on a picture where her hair had fallen to hide her face-- after all, wasn't that the number one rule of sexting? To not show the face? Wow. You were right, this is way hotter than I had planned. Subtle, Jessica praised it, as the hovered over the screen. The number had been typed in, ready to send... Wait, I need to write something. Rosalie pried the phone from her hands, paused for a fraction of a second, then quickly typed an accompanying message and hit send, before she could change her mind. What did you say ?! Jessica had started to giggle nervously, clutching a pillow to her chest. 'I have no need for good souls an accomplice is what I wanted.' That's the least sexy text I've ever read. Yeah? I think he'll like it. Jessica had nothing to report from her Tuesday class, but then, why would she? For all he knew, she was innocent in the whole affair. Rosalie made sure to enter class early this time, taking her customary place in the front row. For her standards, she was just dressed almost modestly, showing up to class in a white button down with three-quarter sleeves, buttoned just this side of acceptable for class, and a green plaid skirt that skimmed her upper thighs. She had ditched the heels for combat boots that admittedly looked like she might've bought them in some kind of sex shop, but at least some of her long legs were somewhat covered. She was wearing the tie, but it was looped loosely around her neck, punky rather than professional. As usual, she emptied out the contents of her backpack onto her desk, not daring to look up at her professor. Not yet. Outwardly, she appeared calm, collected, almost disinterested in being there, but her pulse was racing. Would he call her aside, drop her from the class? Report her? Jessica's bright idea didn't seem so great, now that she had had time to anticipate the consequences....