Chapter 9: History Can Get Interesting

I sat at the back of the room with the phone pointed up my skirt. A horrible view, as my fans couldn’t see everything, but the silver metal butt plug glowed in the partial light and proved that I still had the dildo and butt plug shoved inside me. Plus, fans would see if I orgasmed during class, which, given the memory of Megan on the floor with her fists inside her juxtapositioned against the drab classroom, I might just lose it and rub my clit till I screamed in orgasm. The lust has lust and desire to get off has proven the hardest parts of the challenge.

Teacher Cloud entered the room as if sneaking, with no noise from his feet and rigid arms at his sides. He appeared at the front as if teleported, his black dress shoes polished, black slacks pressed, black shirt hung over a portion of his dark hands, and bright green, with a red tree tie. Soft skin, a small black mustache over a pale brown-lipped frown, and dark eyes under dark, long dreads. All the girls, well, most girls, and a few guys, lusted after him. My pussy clenched the dildo and my sigh joined the others around me.

“Who can tell me the names of the three countries before the North American split?” Teacher Cloud asked as he scrutinized the students. His eyes lingered in my direction, not on me, but on Hel, who sat in front of me. Men loved her ample cleavage and bright smile. She sat erect with her chest thrust out while Kamran sat hunched beside her and smirked. Hel confided in me that Kamran loves it when other guys stare at her, as it makes him feel special, because he gets to fuck her, while the others only wish they could.

Freya threw her right hand up, but Teacher Cloud kept his gaze on Hel. Freya’s left strap had slipped over her shoulder while static electricity had caused some light brown hair to curl up and out. She wore no makeup except bright red lipstick to draw your gaze from her too-close-set eyes and prominent nose. We all agreed that Freya would not survive the final fight. While a Flash, she couldn’t control her emotions, a critical aspect within the arena, and war.

“Anyone else before Freya thinks for the class again today?” Teacher Cloud asked. The other twenty-three students didn’t move, nor meet Teacher Cloud’s eyes. We all knew the answer, but as a school of the physically enhanced, physical performance will always trump intelligence. No one wanted any association with Brainiacs. I kept my gaze on the camera so my fans could see the butt plug and my red-cheeked face, while sweat continued to inch down my forehead.

“Ok, Freya, tell the class the three main countries,” Teacher Cloud said, and then sat on the desk edge. His mustache frowned while he tapped his fingers on his leg. As a Brainiac, he hated the apathy toward knowledge that we Physicals displayed. Even Freya, who always answered the questions, often gave the wrong answers.

“United States of America, Mexico, and Iceland,” she said. Wrong, but close, I thought. Teacher Cloud stared at Freya with a frown and sad eyes. You could see the reaction on his face, sadness, for her stupidity, resignation, that likely only Freya would answer, and annoyance, that we stupid Physicals act so ignorant.

I wiggled my legs wider to allow more light between them. Jen bumped me on the shoulder with her shoulder and whispered, “Any wider and Teacher Cloud will see.” Her warm breath tickled my ear and sent shivers up and down my spine. The heat mixed within my belly, and my fingers squeezed my knee to distract my body from the series of pleasure waves that caused me to tremble in fear and excitement.

“That would be nice,” I said and bit my lower lip. At the moment, I would welcome Teacher Cloud’s scrutiny, though I might not survive it. The edge of the orgasm rushed toward me as I squeezed the table and created finger indents. I glanced around the room. Tyler sat in the second row and stared at me. My heart seized, the orgasm disappeared, and the room darkened till only his eyes remained. Perfect eyes, eyes with depth, eyes that I can not allow to see what I have inside me. I broke eye contact and returned my gaze to Teacher Cloud and his solemn, dull eyes.

“Iceland was never part of North America. You are thinking about Greenland,” Teacher Cloud said and glanced at Hel again. His gaze slipped past my spread legs. He moved to the other side of the room, closer to Freya, further from me. I kept my gaze on Teacher Cloud’s third shirt button, although I couldn’t tell you the color, or size. Tyler’s gaze stayed on me; his soulful eyes caused heat to grow on my cheeks, but my fear of him finding out kept the dreaded orgasm far away. He has never stared at me, except when we were in grade three together. We used to fight every day, and he glared at me until Teacher Murphy noticed and talked to us about our feelings. I avoided him the rest of the year, and ever since.