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He chuckles softly, fingers flexing against the silk of your panties just above your sweet spot, tempting you to relax and let him work his magic, but you can't. Not now. Especially now that you can see Van looking over in your direction in your peripheral vision. It's bad enough that he's now noticed you sitting here with Johnny. He knows you well enough to work out that you two both occupying this unlikely space together definitely won't have been fully accidental. You can only imagine his reaction to finding out what's happening under the secrecy of the table. And what about you snooping on his private life and his girlfriend? The more you think about it the more your insides roil with nerves.

"I thought it might be because Professor McCann's just walked in..."

You feel yourself stiffen even more. You can't hide it but you try to act surprised. "Oh, he's here?" You turn to face Van's direction, the steely glare he's focussing right at you further exacerbating your anxiety which you try to hide with a sarcastic remark. "What is this, a bloody history professor's convention or something? Lecturers don't normally socialise in here. Did you invite him?"

Johnny laughs. "I didn't actually... although I had a feeling he might turn up when I mentioned some of his tutees were in here. I know he likes to keep an eye on his more... wayward students. Make sure they're not misbehaving too badly."

There's no mistaking the teasing tone in his voice and you turn to look at him then, see a mischievous glint in his eye. "Benji's not that bad," you say with a smirk.

"I'm not talking about Benji... you know full well exactly who I'm talking about."

"Y/N! Y/N! You'll never guess who's just walked in!"

Lizzie's lurching back over to your table, a mojito in either hand, one of which she plonks down on the table in front of you with a flourish. You groan inwardly, anticipating her saying something wildly inappropriate about Van whilst Johnny's sitting right there but thankfully she just giggles, taking the hint as you shoot her a warning look. She slumps down and you turn your attention to the bar, watching as Benji chats animatedly with Van and Kathleen. He points over in your direction and Kathleen instantly starts beaming wide with recognition, waving enthusiastically as she totters over, leaving the boys to collect their drinks.

"Y/N! This is a surprise! When you introduced yourself at the meeting earlier I didn't realise you were THE Y/N!"

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

You're not left wondering for long, as Kathleen soon fills you in, drawing out the chair right next to you and sitting down, a huge smile on her face.

"Van's always talking about his students, and your name comes up a lot!"

"Oh, really?"

You smile back at her sweetly, cringing on the inside, wondering what on earth Van's been saying about you, figuring that it can't be good. Infamously you're the problem student, your reputation preceding you as you stumble and fail time and time again with your studies. So what she says next takes you totally by surprise.

"Yeah, and I know us lecturers really shouldn't have favourites, but I can tell how highly Van thinks of you. I've never seen him so invested in a student's progress before!"

As she speaks she leans in, lowering her voice conspiratorially although she doesn't quite carry it off. Her voice is still loud enough to carry around the table and Lizzie sniggers, giving you an over the top salacious wink when you catch her eye. Johnny squeezes your thigh. You quickly look back at Kathleen, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks.

"That's a surprise, I'm not exactly a... umm model student. I've been a little slack with my studies to be honest."

You play with the straw of your mojito, trying to ignore the wide cheeky grin splitting Lizzie's face in two and the feel of Johnny's fingers tip-toeing up your leg.

Kathleen shakes her head, eyes bright and warm. "In this job you get to know a student's potential even if they don't know it themselves. That's what's so rewarding about it. It's the opportunity to guide and shape young lives, mentor them to be the best version of themselves."

God this is excruciating. Images flood your head of your recent encounters with Van and his promises to teach you a lesson in the most improper of ways.

"I agree with you Kath," Johnny adds. "I think we can all see Y/N's potential."

As he speaks he slides the very tip of his finger over the silky fabric of your panties, applying just enough pressure to your clit to make you gasp. You pretend to cough, reaching for your drink again as a distraction. You can't believe what Johnny's doing. He's always been so cautious and now he's playing the riskiest of games. You can feel your temperature rising, the danger of getting caught heightening the thrill.

And now here's Van, moving across the room towards you, scanning the faces at your table. Greetings are exchanged all around but you stay quiet as he takes the seat directly opposite you and next to Kathleen, smiling meekly at him when he nods and says your name. He leans back in his chair, his expression unreadable as his eyes flick between you and Johnny and back again. He looks like he's about to speak but then Kathleen rests a hand on his arm, stealing his attention as she looks between you and him.

"You'll never guess what Van," she starts, and you immediately chant a silent prayer in your head that goes unanswered when her next words reveal your whereabouts earlier that very afternoon. "I had a new recruit for my creative writing group today. It's Y/N. She's one of your personal tutees isn't she?" Then she turns to you. "I'm really excited to have you in the group, might make Wednesday afternoons a bit more exciting!"

She giggles girlishly, accompanied by a secretive little wink and you smile thinly, mumbling a thanks, your throat feeling tight.

That's it... you're fucking doomed and there's nothing you can do about it. You've got no choice but to sit here and ponder your fate. Van won't actually be able to say or do anything whilst you're sat here in a very public place, but you've no doubt there'll be serious repercussions for your actions later down the line. Of course your joining the society could be purely coincidental but Van's nobody's fool. You search his expression for a hint of the outrage you're sure he's bound to be feeling for your sneaky behaviour but to your shock he looks calm and composed, unnervingly so, almost like he was expecting it.

"Well, well Y/N... you're full of surprises," he says, an edge in his voice that you're sure will go unnoticed by everyone else.

Everyone except for you... and maybe Johnny who seems to pick up on the hidden tension, further increasing it as his fingers move once again to trace teasing circles over your panties under the table.

"She certainly is," Johnny agrees, applying more pressure, enough to make you squirm in your seat, your cheeks glowing with a tinge of pink. Your thighs clench automatically but you don't make a move to stop him, an illicit thrill streaking through you at the thought of what might happen if you let him go even further. The fact that Van's sitting directly opposite you with no idea of what's happening right under his nose. It's strangely empowering and you can feel that dark, wicked part of you start to unfurl inside, licking shivers of pleasure up your spine.

"Maybe I have a lot of hidden talents," you reply, a hint of suggestion in your words as you extend your leg under the table to find Van's, letting your foot trail up his shin.

His eyes widen for a fraction of a second and he shifts in his seat. You pull back quickly, expecting some kind of hidden warning from him, but there's none of that. A sly smile ghosts over his lips but then he's looking away, attention taken by Benji who's now demanding more tall tales of his and Johnny's university days.

You just sit back in your seat, letting your legs go slack, widening them under the table. You pick up your drink, hiding your own secretive smile behind the loaded glass as you stir the contents with your straw.

"What about the time we blagged our way into that festival Van?" Johnny pipes up. "I can't believe we got away with that one!"

Van's face cracks into a wide grin as he looks across at his friend and colleague. "That was a classic. We turned up with all our kit, made out we were actually on the lineup and for some reason they believed us! We even managed to get up on to the stage and play a song before we got thrown out!"

Johnny chuckles at the memory, his hand falling away as he launches into a detailed description about how him, Van and their friends had sneaked into one of the tents in between acts and started setting up their equipment brazenly as if they were scheduled to perform. You laugh along, enjoying watching the rapport between him and Van, seeing the youthful sparkle in both their eyes that the reminiscing evokes.

You feel sure that your presence is no longer a distraction but then you feel Johnny's fingers again, gentle caresses at first on the top of your thigh before they slip down to ease your legs even further apart. This time you don't resist. Everyone's so caught up in listening to the story and you're feeling brave and insanely turned on by the sneakiness of it all. You look around the assembled group as his fingers trail lightly over the thin strip of material between your parted thighs. His touch is light at first, rubbing over your heat before travelling upwards to your clit, moving in small circles, only pressing lightly enough to stir you, sending another wave of heat to your cheeks. No one looks like they have any idea what's happening between the two of you, they're too interested in Van who's completely distracted himself, clearly revelling in being the centre of attention as he talks. It's too easy, like hiding in plain sight.

You hitch your dress up around your hips, inviting Johnny to take things further, your thigh brushing up against his. You allow yourself a surreptitious look up at him and he smirks softly back at you, eyes glowing with desire and an acknowledgment of the risk that you're both taking. You return a knowing look of your own, feeling emboldened as you drop your own hand under the table and firmly squeeze his thigh.

He leans in to whisper to you secretively under his breath. "Wish we could sneak off so I could give you a right good fucking."

His words send a flush of heat to your core, his out of character brazenness increasing your need. Your panties feel damp now, sticking to your skin with your arousal as Johnny eases a fingertip carefully under the edge.

"Maybe we should... no one would notice," you urge, tilting your hips forward, desperate for his touch.

You're already making plans in your head, imagining slipping off to the toilets and dragging Johnny inside for a quick sleazy fuck, or maybe you could sneak away to his office instead. You could take your time then, lay back on his desk whilst he pinned you against the wood and made you come over and over again.

"I'm tempted, but I think we'll stay right here. I'm having too much fun to stop."

His fingers inch further under the edge of your panties, brushing over your bare clit which he circles with firm and precise strokes, enough to make you shiver in response. The heat pooling between your thighs radiates outwards through your body and you feel your chest starting to rise and fall deeply.

"Two can play at that game," you mouth directly into his ear, leaning right in so your lips brush his neck before pulling back.

You can't believe that you're being so bold but your arousal is chasing away your inhibitions. The conversation continues to flow on around you. You slip your hand further over his thigh, upwards to move over his crotch, tracing the outline of his cock. He's not fully erect but you can feel a definite stiffening as you purposefully start to palm him through the denim. You smile to yourself as you hear a quiet groan emanate from his throat. It's like a challenge has been set but who's going to break first?

You're so caught up in your sordid little game that the rest of the room seems to be melting away. Lizzie's drunken laughter, Benji's slurred comments and Van's animated chatter just sound like background noise. You keep your eyes fixed on the tabletop, drink in one hand whilst you massage Johnny's ever-hardening cock through his jeans with the other. It's taking you all of your concentration to maintain a neutral expression when all you want to do is tip your head back and let yourself go. He's pulled your panties completely to one side now, exposing your soaked core, two of his long skilled fingers running along your slit before easing inside. He starts to pump them in and out, his thumb pressing against your needy clit. It feels so good that you want to grab his hand and grind shamelessly on him, fuck yourself on his fingers until you reach your shuddering high.

A quiet moan slips past your lips but you muffle it by biting down on your straw, closing your eyes for a moment to compose yourself, starting to fret how you'll cope with hiding your oncoming orgasm which is building in your core like a throbbing heartbeat.

"You two haven't grown up at all since your uni days!" Kathleen's shrill voice cuts through your thoughts, your eyes flicking open at once as your body shivers with a muted spasm.

You're on the cusp of your climax now, suspended there purposefully by Johnny, his tantalising touch moving away just when you feel the swells start to rise. It brings to mind your torturous lecture with Van when he'd brought you to the edge time and time again under his watchful gaze, the way he drank in your desperation and frustration with so much predatory lust in his eyes. The memory just makes you feel even hotter and suddenly it's not enough that you and Johnny are indulging in this intimate moment alone.

You want Van to know.

You want him to look at you like that again, but this time you want to push the boundaries and show him what you're really capable of. You want to see the dark fire in his eyes as he watches you fall apart under Johnny's touch, infuriated by your wicked behaviour. You want to be bad for him, the worst kind of disobedient brat. You want him to punish you in the most fitting way for your slutty misdemeanours.

You quickly kick off your shoe under the table and stretch your leg, your foot connecting with Van's shin as you slide it upwards. His eyes meet yours across the table in an instant, startled at first but not for long. As your bare foot travels higher to move along his inner thigh, you elongate your foot to press it against his crotch, rubbing it in firm, rousing strokes. You watch as his surprise quickly fades to be replaced by that unmistakable heat. A heat which quickly increases as he sees a wave of undisguised pleasure crease your features as Johnny flicks a heavenly rhythm on your swollen clit and you bite down on your lip to stifle a whimper.

But just as you feel your body start to succumb to the blissful sensations he withdraws his hand, pulling it back but not completely away, resting it atop your thigh, squeezing it with a firm pressure.

"Don't think I don't know what you're up to Y/N."

Johnny's leaning in to you again, voice dropped down low so only you can hear. You feign innocence, eyes still locked with Van's knowing gaze whilst you reply, basking in the empowerment that you feel knowing that now you have the undivided attention of both men.

"I don't know what you mean."

"I think you do. Van already told me you were a greedy girl. You know you ought to be careful what you wish for..."

Fuck...

Johnny's whispered words in your ear are uttered like some kind of delicious threat. Your heart almost stutters to a stop, excitement and anticipation injecting a shot of pure adrenaline into your veins whilst your mind scrambles wildly. You watch Van look between you and Johnny, a devilish smirk twitching at the corners of his mouth.

"You gonna join me for a ciggie, huh?" Van nods across the table at Johnny, starting to get to his feet and Johnny follows suit. You just sit there, smoothing your dress back down your thighs and shifting in your seat, trying to ignore the steady pulse in your throbbing clit, your whole body wired and begging for more.

You watch longingly as they walk away, your throat feeling tight as you imagine the topic of discussion over the cigarette break. And then Lizzie swims into view as she waves a hand in front of your face, snatching you out of your thoughts.

"What's up with you? You're so quiet, we can't normally shut you up! You've been sitting there zoned out for ages now."

"She's probably daydreaming about fucking... ohhh!" Benji blurts, slapping a hand across his mouth in a dramatic gesture as his drunken brain catches up with his runaway mouth at the realisation that Kathleen's still sitting there. You shoot him a warning look even though she's completely unaware. She's just looking at you with a slightly concerned expression.

"It's probably us lot being here, cramping your style. Sorry Y/N, you really don't want a bunch of boring lecturers hanging around on your afternoon out." She glances around the busy bar, her brow furrowing in a small crease. "Honestly I don't know why Van was so keen on coming here, he was supposed to be taking me to that new wine bar on the High Street..."

"Ooh, that looks dead posh, that place!" Lizzie chips in. "I know where I'd rather be!"

Kathleen sighs deeply, frowning. "Yeah, I don't know why he suddenly changed his mind. It must be because Johnny's here. I swear those two are joined at the hip! They've been like that since university apparently. They do everything together!"

Her last sentence makes your belly flip for all the improper reasons. You realise you've still not spoken, still feeling a little dazed after Johnny's attentions and your dirty thoughts which are flicking through your head like an obscene porno.

You excuse yourself quietly, swiftly getting to your feet and making for the same door that the boys left through but veering off to the thin corridor to the toilets, glad to have some breathing space to compose yourself.

But the afternoon's excitement's not over for you yet. Little do you know, it's only just getting started...