Since I got such good feedback on my College Threeway fic, I decided to make it into a series! So insert all the following fics right before the last paragraph of that fic, okay?
WARNINGS: Lemon, lemon, and more lemon. But there is a plot! Sort of...
PAIRINGS: 6xCatherine.
Oh yeah, and all characters belong to their original owners, blah blah blah, disclaimers and that kind of crap apply, yada, yada... I take nothing from Red Shoe Diaries, I just saw a commercial about it, and I got the idea for the title, but that's it.
I hated chemistry class. Hated it like a freaking plague. Everyday I would just wait for that bell to ring, and with that the glorious knowledge that class was over for the day. The only good thing about the class was that Professor Zechs Marquise was dead sexy. Maybe it was his long blond hair, maybe it was the way he moved around the class when he lectured, or maybe it was his oh-so-sexy voice. But either way, I figured that chemistry class wasn't all bad as long as he was teaching it...
There was one student, however, who hated this class more than I did. Who, you might ask? Catherine Bloom, resident acrobat and drama queen. I mean drama queen as in she always played a major character in all of the plays that the college put out.
So anyways, I thought there was no way that girl would pass the class. Not even sleeping with the teacher would get her out of that failing grade. Or so I thought...
"Damn!"
I thought I was free, but no, I had to go off and forget my damn textbook. I was already outside of the building and halfway back to my dormroom. Unfortunately, the classroom was smack dab in the middle of the Science building. Which meant I had to go all the way back... just great.
So I walked back to the classroom where all my nightmares began. Yes, I hated chemistry that much. I walked up to the door and I was about to open it when I heard talking. I decided to wait and see what was going on.
"I'm sorry Ms. Bloom, but you're failing the class. You've missed far too many assignments and failed all but two tests. There's no way you're going to pass this class."
"But... didn't I just turn in a whole bunch of extra credit assignments?"
"Yes, but that won't cut it. You're nearly there... but I'm afraid I have to fail you this semester."
"Dammit! Can't... can't I do anything for you?"
Catherine's tone of voice changed with that last sentence. I peeked in the small window in the door.
Catherine was sitting on the desk, wearing her usual tank top and short shorts. She was leaning over the desk, her hands splayed out and her cleavage conveniently in front of Professor Marquise's face. I knew what she was offering... but would the good prof take it?
"Well..."
Damn. There went my faith in good, morally-upright professors.
Zechs, which I will now refer to him as because I've lost respect in him as a teacher (he's still sexy though) gestured for Catherine to walk around the desk and to come over to him. She walked over, until she was blocking my view of him. He uttered something, and Catherine was on her knees in a moment.
He spread his legs, and she leaned into him. I heard an unzipping sound, and then sucking, wet sounds. He leaned his head back, moaning softly as she licked his shaft. She moved her head up and down, lovingly applying enough attention to him to keep him excited, but not enough to send him over the edge.
Then Zechs grabbed fistfuls of Catherine's hair, and kept her in position while he moved his hips up and down, fucking her mouth, throwing his head back and growling like a wild animal.
"Mmm... that's good," he said as he pulled out of her. He pushed her away and stared at her for a few moments. She had sat back, breathing heavily. He motioned for her to stand up. She did slowly, and he stood up with her. His hands ran all over her body, tracing every curve as he studied her curves.
"Will this get me a good grade?"
"It will if you're as tight as I think you are..."
He started stripping her of all of her clothes, his hands touching every inch of newly bared skin until she was completely nude. He stood back and looked at her for a moment.
"Alright, turn around get on your hands and knees, Ms. Bloom."
She did so, lifting up her ass to him. He got on his knees, and grabbing her hips, slowly pushed into her.
"Ah! Pro... fe...ssor... Marquise..."
Each of Catherine's words, or syllables, were in time to his thrusts.
"You're so tight, Cathy," Zechs commented. "So wet and hot..."
By wet, I assumed that he was doing her by the vagina and not by the ass. Getting it up the ass hurts afterwards. I should know; Duo is an ass adict.
"Professor... oh god... mmm... yes... more!"
The wet thumping sound came through the door, and I felt my hormones demanding release. I told them later, and concentrated on not getting caught. I watched quietly as Zechs pounded into her.
"Fuck, Ms. Bloom, you're so tight... god, you're so good," Zechs breathed as he thrusted into her, and with a final moan, came into her.
Zechs' final thrusts threw Catherine over the edge, his firm ramming bringing her to a whole new level of climax. She cried out her pleasure, panting like a dog in heat.
"Oh... oh... uh... yessss," Catherine moaned.
Zechs patted her back. "Very good, Ms. Bloom. A plus."
They collapsed on the floor, exhausted from a good workout of their lower body parts. I watched them throw their clothes on in a rush, and then Catherine went to gather her books. I took this time to step back and knock on the door.
"Uh, sure, come in," Zechs said from inside.
I walked in like I hadn't seen anything. "Just forgot my textbook," I said. I grabbed it and ran off in a hurry. Damn hormones demanding satisfaction.
"Oh GOD! YES!!!!!"
"Did you like that, Duo?"
"Uh huh... that's good Hilde... don't fall asleep yet, Heero's waiting for ya."
"Great..."
Next time, I really should get them to screw me at the same time...