Primmen continued, but Linza could no longer follow what she was saying. Linza was entirely captivated by the memory of Victor’s prodigious climax, replaying in her head. The expression of sheer relief on his face, how slowly he had tipped over that edge, the sweat that had beaded on his skin in his desperation, the predatory glint in Primmen’s eyes—Linza could have claimed that she was capturing the memories for later, but the truth was that she could not resist the stream of echoing memories that stoked her own arousal to a deafening thunder.
She knew that her face was bright red, knew that the way that she rocked on the edge of her seat was not particularly subtle, but there was nothing she could do about it until the lecture was over.
Tanyth nudged her with their elbow. “You look like you wanna bail,” they whispered.
Linza stiffened. She hissed back, “We can’t! We’re in the middle!”
“We’ll bother everyone on the way out.”
“It’s fine, I want to stay.” It was true only in that Linza would rather stay than bother everyone as they exited from the exact middle of the lecture hall.
Tanyth unfolded the little writing desk from where it tucked away at the side of the chair and pulled it over their lap. Apparently, they were ready to get studious. But then Linza caught movement in the corner of her eye and glanced over.
Tanyth was stroking themselves under the desk. With the angle of how they were sitting, Linza was pretty sure she was the only one who’d be able to see them.
“What are you doing?” she hissed.
They shrugged and winked at her. “Listening to the lecture.”
Linza felt like a trapped animal, heart pounding and breathing quick. But it wasn’t fear that was rising in her, it was inescapable arousal.
She shuffled back into her seat, pulling up her own desk. She made a little fuss of rearranging her bag and her cardigan as she leaned forward into the desk and propped her chin up on one hand. Primmen was talking about how mutual consent was opening a whole new world for the Enchantment discipline and started into an anecdote on how she offered the Enthrall spell for students who were having trouble focusing in her classes and it had worked to great effect.
Linza hoped she looked interested enough to avoid Primmen’s scrutiny as she adjusted her waistband. She was deeply grateful she had opted for trousers that day—a skirt would have made this much harder unless it was as short as Tanyth’s.
Before fussing with her buttons, she pressed her hand over her mound and vulva. Even through the fabric, the simple touch felt so good. Her eyes fluttered shut, but otherwise she remained still.
She managed to undo her buttons and slipped her fingers as subtly as she could down the front of her trousers and underneath her panties.
This had been a mistake.
It felt incredible.
She was so wet, so swollen, so sensitive. Immediately, her whole body was buzzing under her fingertips. How was she going to think of how to stay subtle when she could hardly think at all?
Tanyth nudged her with their elbow again. “What are you doing?” they mocked.
She didn’t look at them. “Watching the lecture.”
Tanyth leaned closer and whispered, “Mhm, yes, it’s very engaging. Just… pulls me right in. Really… deep, just right deep inside all that tight… hot knowledge.” What started as Tanyth teasing her seemed to have become Tanyth spurring themselves on as their voice wavered with their own uncontainable arousal.
She dared not glance over, lest the sight of them stroking themselves render her totally incapable of decision making.
Now that she was finally experiencing some relief, Linza actually found it easier to listen to Primmen again. The professor was now describing how the spell Hold Person could be used as an accessory to bondage play, but that preemptive and thorough communication was key.
Linza wondered if some day she might be up there giving lectures about the creative applications of illusions. And maybe even alchemy. What other spells or recipes did she know that had erotic applications?
Linza’s breathing had quickened and one of the people in front of her turned to whisper something to the person next to her, putting Linza into their peripheral vision. Linza froze. But at the sudden stop in sensation, her whole body quivered. She quickly restarted, forcing her breath to stay even despite the wave of ecstasy.
She was in deep, and not just her fingers curling inside of her to press against her spot.
Like Victor had been, Linza was unable to stop. If she did, she’d give a far more obvious indication of what she was doing than if she continued.
And besides, it felt so good. She was so wet, so ready. Even just the gentle swirl of her fingertips over her clit filled her with electric warmth.
She could cum quietly—she’d at least had some practice with that during her first two years of university when she’d lived with a roommate. But that was in the dark, under her blanket, with the thrumming of the adjacent boiler room drowning out her quickened breathing. Here, someone could look directly at her at any moment.
It was enough to attenuate her arousal, at least partially. But not so much that she was going to be able to bring herself to stop. If anything, she was actually making her predicament worse, because she was building up all the more tension for that final release.
It was going to feel so good. She wanted it so badly.
She didn’t have much longer to decide. Her heat was building and she couldn’t resist it. She didn’t want to resist it. She was caring less and less about what happened around her, caring less and less about who might see or how they might notice, and she was more and more intent on grasping at the relief that felt so close.
And then suddenly everyone around her stirred. Nobody was looking at her—they were nodding and grabbing their bags.
She searched through her memory of the past three seconds. Primmen had said, “Class dismissed.”
Class dismissed! No! She needed—she couldn’t stop, there was no way—she was so close—though, this could work.
Linza leaned down as if to dig for something in her bag so that her face was towards the ground and not towards anyone. She worked her hand in circles over her clit, her labia, her fingers pressing her spot inside. Her breath quickened with her arousal and she panted as quietly as she could.
And then—she could feel it, so close, the heat igniting, the pleasure blooming, the first expanding wave of relief and ecstasy, her back arching and pressing her shoulder into the desk. She stilled her hand earlier than she normally would have so that she did not shake so violently, and so there was a needy ache intermingled with the relief, though that too was pleasurable. It promised her that she would finish this later.
And so she climaxed right there in the middle of the classroom, bent over her bag and with her fingers buried inside of herself, nobody paying her too much attention.
Arousal still tingled through her, begging for more. But for now, she was adequately sated and feeling much more clear-headed.
Her hand was also soaking wet, and as she carefully transitioned a handkerchief from her bag to her other hand, she noticed that Tanyth was eying her and most of the rest of the attendees were already at the door.
“I’m impressed,” Tanyth said.
Linza swallowed, re-buttoning her trousers. “Whatever for?”
Primmen called up to them from the front of the classroom, where she was erasing the chalkboard. “Glad you could make it, Tanyth! And glad you enjoyed the lecture.” She grinned knowingly.
Tanyth smiled and nodded. “It was very inspiring. Wasn’t it, Linza?”
“Mmm, mhm. Yes. Very inspiring.” She did her best to wipe off her hand and to not panic. Then again, it had been totally worth it. Her whole body was still glowing. She’d racked up quite a bit of tension since the other lecture that morning.
“I’m always looking for enthusiastic volunteers,” Primmen said.
Another spark of arousal hit Linza in the core. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind.”
She and Tanyth finished gathering themselves and then as they got out to the hallway, she whispered to them, “Ugh, I can’t believe she noticed!”
“Well, of course she did,” Tanyth said. “She’s pretty attuned to those things. And I bet she was flattered. She obviously has a thing for making people irresistibly aroused.”
Linza considered that. “Oh. That does make sense.”
“You made her day, don’t worry.”
“Thanks, I— Hey, is that an empty classroom?” The light was dim beyond the frosted glass door.
“Yeah, what about it?”
“I just need to— do you want to— I mean it’s closer than the—”
Tanyth caught her drift, and then caught her hand in theirs and pushed into the room. It was smaller than the lecture hall, the chairs arranged in a grid but not on different levels.
“Are there any other classes tonight?” Linza whispered, even though the door was shut behind them and nobody was likely to hear.
“Nah, and the cleaners don’t come ‘till the morning, so we’re clear.”
“Fuck.” Linza dropped her bag in the middle of the floor and then her hand was down the front of her trousers again. She felt just as sensitive, wanted it just as badly, despite her incremental relief. She wasn’t even nervous in front of Tanyth.
Tanyth giggled. “Today really got to you, huh? Did you like seeing me up on stage?”
“Yeah,” Linza whimpered.
Tanyth laughed. “Oh wow, you really did, didn’t you. Well, then I think it’s only fair that I help you out with that.”
“H-help me out?”
“Only if you want me to.”
“Yes! I mean uh, yeah. Please.” Linza remembered her first day in the break room, when she had soaked in arousal the whole day and Tanyth’s expert touch had brought her incredible pleasure.
“I was thinking you could use an oral history lesson.”
Linza’s mind attempted to connect the dots through her haze. Were they offering oral sex? “Yes, please!” She quickly unbuttoned her trousers and pushed them to her knees. Her emotions might make her pay for it later, but it would be like a hangover from a really good bottle of wine. It would be worth it. Also, she was thirty as fuck and not about to say ‘no’.
“Pick a chair, any chair,” Tanyth said.
Linza plopped down in the one right behind her.
Tanyth came between her knees and ran their soft hands down her inner thighs.
Every touch was a jolt of pleasure. She gasped.
“Mmmm you smell good,” they said.
Before Linza could reply, they had pressed their tongue gently over the top of her vulva.
“O-oh, oh fuck, that feels so good…” Her whole body was trembling, welling with ecstasy.
Tanyth pressed in further, starting up a rhythm with their tongue—over her labia and then her clitoris in long licks.
Linza melted into the chair.
Tanyth was an expert, picking up on all her subtle affirmations and doing more of that, always responsive to her explicit corrections or requests. Faster than usual, she was nearing the edge.
“Tanyth, fuck, Tanyth, don’t stop, don’t stop, I’m gonna, I—” It took all her willpower not to scream as the pleasure bloomed from inside of her. As instructed, they didn’t stop, and her orgasm stretched out in long and wonderful waves.
As Linza stilled, they stood between her legs and started stroking themselves. She leaned up and gently took their hips in her hands. Their skin was so soft. “May I?”
She dipped her head under their hands and turned her own oral attentions to their balls. They too were soft and smooth, and Linza knew it was her imagination but she would have sworn that even their skin tasted sweet.
Her tongue traveled further back to their perineum, pressing with firm, wide licks.
“Linza if you do that you’re gonna make me, you’ll make me—”
Just as their breath caught and they hung at the edge, Linza sat up and took their tip in her mouth, catching the sweet heat of their pleasure. They cupped her cheek in their hand as they rode out the shuddering waves of delight.
When Linza finally stood, Tanyth giggled and pointed out that the cushion was soaking wet.
“Oh shit. Wait, this isn’t my fault, that has to be mostly your drool.”
“Nuh uh,” Tanyth said, shrugging dramatically.
Linza narrowed her eyes at them in mock indignation. “Alright, I’ll let you off the hook this time. This one time.”
The other two cantrips that Linza knew, other than Minor Illusion, were Mending and Prestidigitation. The latter was capable of quite a few different effects, and one of those was cleaning a small area. She spoke the chant and performed the gesture and as she spread her hand over the cushion, it became instantly clean and dry.
“Hm, I should have made a much bigger mess, then,” Tanyth said.
“So you admit it was you!” Linza jabbed her finger at them in mock triumph.
They quickly redressed and then Linza chased Tanyth down the hallway, both laughing and giddy and filled with the light of the afterglow.
But that glow cast a shadow, the aching reminder that she loved them.