The following day was early Art History class. Iris looked back at her actions from the previous night with mixed emotions. She woke up early to surprise Eddie with coffee. Thanks to the $600 she earned in the past week, she was much less financially constrained. Iris met her boyfriend with a big smile and his favorite drink.

"Thanks, that's too nice of you." Eddie said.

"It's no problem. I had my third session last night." Iris replied, immediately wishing she didn't bring it up.

"That's good money. How many more sessions do you expect to have?"

"Probably just one or two more. We didn't even use the whole time yesterday." Iris felt incredibly guilty, but knew she would keep going.

"At least that helps the job situation for this semester. Oh, I have good news. My design teacher said he could help me get a better slot for my studio time. So, we can probably see each other a little more this semester." said Eddie.

He really tried to prioritize their relationship, and it made Iris feel awful.

"That's terrific!" she said in a saccharine tone.

Professor Brenn came strutting down the hall, a thick satchel in his hand. Iris avoided his gaze as he passed.

"Good morning, everyone." said Brenn, unlocking the door and guiding the class into the room. "We're going to try something a little different today. Your first assignment grades were pretty miserable, outside of a few exceptions. But I have decided to take pity on you."

The classroom desks were pre-arranged in a large circle.

"Take whichever seat. Today you will have the chance to earn a few extra credit participation points." Brenn continued. "Now bear with me, one of my colleagues suggested this would help with engagement. If you want to participate, raise your hand and the most recent participant will throw this to you and then you will have a chance to answer."

Brenn reached into his bag and removed the paisley pillow. Iris was horrified to see it'

'Why would he do this?' She thought. It was such a private thing, and now he was parading it in front of the class.

"First question. Who reintroduced contrapposto to sculpture?" asked the Professor.

"Donatello!" Iris said frantically, her hand bolting into the air.

"I admire your enthusiasm Ms. Shaughnessy. Next time wait for the pillow." He tossed it to her.

After catching the pillow, Iris hastily perused its surface. At first it seemed fine but when she checked the reverse side, she found a dark spot as though something had dried on it. It was from her, her own  arousal fluids from masturbating on the pillow twelve hours earlier. She missed the second question and now several hands around the room were raised. Iris held the pillow close to her, afraid to give it up.

"Are you okay? What's the matter? You need to throw it." Eddie whispered.

She wouldn't budge.

"Throw the pillow Iris." said Brenn.

She obeyed, tossing it to a young woman across the room. Luckily, the woman didn't seem to notice anything. Iris raised her hand for the third question, but the pillow was thrown to a guy on the other side of the class. To Iris's horror, once he had answered the question, he placed the pillow on his desk and laid his head on it. The guy raised his head from the pillow, looking surprised, and said something to the tall student sitting next to him. She was so distracted that she missed the next question too. The pillow was tossed again, this time Eddie caught it.

"Catherine 'de Medici." answered Eddie.

The spot on the pillow was right in front of him. The busy pattern somewhat camouflaged it, but it was right there. Eddie brushed the surface of the pillow with his hand, potentially noticing the spot.

"Give it to me after he asks." Iris whispered to Eddie, hoping to distract him.

"I would pick you anyway, just raise your hand." he replied.

He passed it to her without further inspection. She held the pillow tight once more, but when the next question was asked, only one hand was raised -- the tall student on the other side of the room. Iris realized, if she made another scene, it would only help to associate her with the pillow. She threw it to the tall student. After answering the question, he inspected it, flipped it over, put the pillow to his face, and smelled. His eyes widened and he conferred with the student next to him, nodding his head.

Iris was completely mortified. She watched the pair of guys snickering to each other through the rest of the activity. Thankfully, no one aside from the two of them took much interest in the pillow, but the damage was done. Iris was now furious with Professor Brenn.

Class ended and Iris darted out of the room, aiming to avoid the Professor. When she was about halfway down the hall, Eddie shouted for her. He needed to jog to catch up.

"You trying to avoid me?" Eddie said sarcastically

"Sorry, I forgot to mention I need to get to my next class early today." Iris responded.

"One second. Here you go."

Eddie handed her a loose piece of paper which was folded once. It had Iris's name written on it.

"What is this?" she asked.

"I don't know. Professor Brenn told me to give it to you. I'm going the other way. Let's meet up later. I love you."

"I love you too. See you later."

As Iris continued to walk, she unfolded and read the brief note.

Iris, Come to the studio at 12 pm today.

PS Don't overthink your outfit. You won't be needing it.

Iris left her economics class early that morning and went to the Art Building.

"I need to say something." Iris shouted, bursting into Brenn's studio. "I wasn't happy with what happened this morning."

"That's understandable, I just wanted to get your attention, but that was probably a step too far." Brenn replied as pulled her close and began to undo the buttons on her hooded sweater.

"No really, that note was insanity. Eddie easily could have seen it."

"Why are you worried about that? What's your plan? To let me have my way with you and then ride off into the sunset with him. You're smarter than that."

She didn't answer. Her body was shaking as he pulled her sweater off, but not from anger. Beneath the sweater, Iris wore a negligible lacy red bra which did little more than frame her breasts -- her nipples were completely uncovered.

"You were certainly expecting to see me today. Did you wear this to class?" asked Brenn, inspecting the lingerie.

"Yes." Iris answered in a bitter voice.

Brenn yanked down Iris's jeans to reveal the matching panties. They were a miniscule crotchless pair which merely ornamented her visible pubic hair and vagina.

The previous night, after she had masturbated for him, Iris took the twenty-minute bus ride downtown to an Adults Only Store & Lingerie Shop. Because the store sold pornography, it was open late. When she stepped inside, a couple of middle-aged customers noticed her. She wasn't sure if it was because of the type of store or because of what she did in front of Professor Brenn earlier, but for the first time in her life, she understood what the looks from these men meant. She could have easily had either of them, both of them, if she wanted. They were out at night pathetically seeking a pale imitation of what she could offer them. But she wasn't there for them. She only had one man on her mind.

Iris still wore only her hoodie, jeans, and thong sandals. She went to the bus directly from her rendezvous with Brenn. One of the reasons she surprised the Professor by stripping naked was, she felt none of her underwear was sexy enough to make the necessary point. He told her it was their last session, and she wanted to send her message, loud and clear.

The section of the store with the intimate toys and lingerie was in the back. Iris had been there once before with Eddie. They ate brunch at a trendy cafe a block away and went window shopping after. When they reached the shop, Eddie dared her to go in. That time, they were only in the store for a couple of minutes -- giggling at some of the more ridiculous dildos. But Iris was very serious today. She approached the lingerie counter. Most of the sets were displayed behind the it and required assistance from a clerk.

"Is there something I can help you with?" the clerk, thankfully a woman, asked.

Iris thought that the woman used a voice that was far too loud for what could have been a discreet transaction, and she wasn't wrong. Another patron, shopping for intimate items with his wife, heard the question and watched Iris from the corner of his eye. He was curious to see what the attractive young woman would buy.

"I'm looking for a bra and panties. A set that match." Iris used an extra quiet voice, hoping to clue the clerk in to the fact that she wanted to be more muted.

"Yeah. We have a lot of nice sets." said the clerk loudly. Missing Iris's hint completely.

The clerk pulled down a few sets on hangers and a couple out of a drawer. They were all nice and sexy, but she wanted to pick something that was sure to get his attention.

"These are nice but...," said Iris

"Yes, dear?" asked the clerk.

"Well, they're a little more modest than I was looking for."

The clerk gave Iris an amused look. The outfits she provided were very risqué.

"Was there something you saw that caught your eye?"

Slightly embarrassed, Iris pointed to the essentially pornographic red lingerie set she would inevitably buy. It was currently worn by a beige mannequin torso. The man who covertly watched Iris was thrilled by her choice. He immediately imagined her in it.

"That set is very sexy. What size are you?" asked the clerk.

"32 B and small." Iris answered.

The clerk pulled an identical set in Iris's size from a drawer behind the counter.

"You can try on the bra if you like, but cup size doesn't matter much with this style. If you're a 32, it should fit fine." said the clerk.

"I'm sure it will be fine." said Iris.

The lingerie rang up for $188 dollars. Iris had eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for at least one meal a day since starting school, to cut expenses. She thrifted for the majority of her clothes for the same reason. She used the same crappy phone that her parents bought her in middle school. But Iris jumped at the chance to spend the $188 on lingerie to surprise her Professor.

"He's a lucky man." said the clerk, presumptuous but correct. She handed Iris the bag with her purchase.

The next morning Iris was of two minds. She was wracked with guilt for her decisions the day before, but knew she would see Professor Brenn again. She got up early to buy Eddie a coffee, but beneath her clothes she wore the sluttiest lingerie possible -- an outfit her boyfriend would never see. Professor Brenn pissed her off with the pillow stunt, but somewhere deep down she was happy to be on his mind.

Despite the contradictory nature of her thoughts, all that mattered now was the reality of the situation. And the reality  was, her being escorted hand-in-hand to a bed by Professor Brenn and she was naked, aside from the $188 spent the night before.

The Professor laid Iris down on the bed, gently. She slid the hairband off of her ponytail and tossed her hair back before setting her head on the pillow, scattering her long brown locks about her head. She straightened it this morning and wanted him to see. Brenn unbuttoned his crisp blue shirt as he stood at the bedside. He took off the shirt and placed it on a chairback and began to unclasp his belt. Iris was excited to finally see his body. Brenn was muscular with hair on his chest and belly. He put his pants on the chair and nonchalantly slipped off his briefs, revealing his large member.

He climbed into bed next to her and surprised Iris with how delicate he was. Brenn looked into Iris's eyes and caressed the hair on her scalp and kissed her. She began to shake slightly from nervousness. It had all been a fantasy up until this point. Iris was overtaken by a heightened sense of reality, finding it hard to reconcile the person she thought she was with the things she was now doing. Her actions were excruciatingly cruel to Eddie, but she couldn’t imagine wanting anything in the world more than she wanted this. The intensity grew quickly as he laced his fingers in her dark hair and plunged his tongue into her mouth. They continued to make-out and the Professor moved his rough hand down to her breast and began teasing her nipple. Iris emitted a satisfied "mmm", and her tongue swirled in his mouth ecstatically.

Anxious to reciprocate her arousal, she reached for his penis. It was awkward for her, because they were still face-to-face, and he was much taller than she. Iris adjusted herself lower on the bed -- just enough to get hold of him without breaking away from his lips. She was very excited, but her main priority was to finally please this man. It thrilled her to finally wrap her fingers around his penis, but the long reach limited her movement. The stimulation she could provide from that angle seemed inadequate.

Iris broke from the kiss and sprang up, assertively clambering onto all fours. Her face was now at his abdomen and her butt protruded into the air near his face. She held his penis firmly, massaging it near the base. Drawing in close, she smacked her lips wetly on the head of his erection and took him into her mouth. Brenn enjoyed what she was doing, but from his vantage he couldn't see her. Iris's thick hair curtained her activities from his view. She eventually realized this and tossed the obscuring hair to the other side of her head using her right arm. This act revealed Iris all at once as she obscenely dragged her tongue up the length of his shaft -- locking eyes with him.

As she continued to give him fellatio, Brenn took advantage of their respective positions. He pulled down her panties. Iris paused what she was doing long enough to help -- wriggling her legs and butt to get the red lingerie past her knees which rested on the bed. After tossing aside the panties, the Professor brashly inspected Iris's intimate area.

Only once had Iris allowed Eddie to go down on her and it did not go well. In general, when he 'did stuff for her', it entailed him fingering Iris while she gave him either a hand job or head. Rarely had she allowed Eddie to have his face near her vagina. She just wasn't comfortable with it.

Brenn lifted Iris's right knee, moving her leg to the other side of his head. She was now straddling his head while she worked her mouth up and down on his engorged penis. She loved his deep musky, which now covered her saliva-slicked face. Brenn had his head back on the pillow and was looking straight up between her legs. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down to him – parting her vagina with his tongue.

Brenn was no novice and her involuntary reaction to what he was doing shifted her efforts from focused and purposeful to erratic and distracted. She loved it, but Brenn soon stopped and slid her off. She watched him with a curious expression. He reached for his pants, his large member still standing at attention. He fished a condom out of the pocket and opened it and held it in front of his penis and unrolled it down the shaft. Brenn held out two fingers and gently pushed Iris on the collar bone. She allowed herself to be directed -- laying back down on the bed.

Her experience with sex was minimal. The two times she and Eddie had been together were best described as trial and error. It was questionable even to call it two times. During their first attempt, Eddie had struggled to enter her -- only managing to get the head in part way. The second time was successful, but uncomfortable. It left her dubious of how much she could enjoy sex. For some reason, it was a feeling that existed somehow separate from how much she desired Professor Brenn.

Iris laid on the bed with her legs straight out, her knees were firmly held together. She was very turned on but very nervous. Brenn sat on the bed beside her and leaned down and kissed her lips gently. He placed his hand on her thigh and gently guided it. She parted her legs, bending her knees fully so they pointed straight up. He got in position above her and carefully aligned himself. Their eyes were locked on one another's. Brenn pushed himself into Iris as slowly as was possible. The fit was incredibly snug, but she was so wet that he progressed steadily. She began to wear a strained look on her face -- brow furrowed and eyes clenched tight. He continued to push, gradually penetrating her deeper.

"Ahh!" She cried loudly. Iris was so aroused already that she orgasmed from just his penetration. It wasn't nearly as large as her orgasm yesterday, but it made her very pleased. She was doubtful she would get one from sex and now that she had, she felt much better acclimated to Brenn's penis. She wanted him inside of her. So, she pulled him close and kissed him intensely as her orgasm subsided.

Feeling Iris's comfort increasing, Brenn began to move himself in and out, incredibly slowly. The pair had stopped kissing. Iris watched him, enthralled. As he continued thrusting, her steady breathing gradually became haggard and raw. Brenn saw that she was nodding her head, almost imperceptibly. He began to hasten his pace, pushing into her deeper and deeper. She didn't say a word but nodded faster, refusing to take her eyes off of his. He slid his hand behind Iris, grabbing her left ass cheek. He used the grip to pull her into his hard thrusts as he discarded his gentle pretenses and began to fuck her.

Iris's breasts circled in a constant pattern as he continued to push himself into her. They were perpendicular now and she reached out for him pitifully -- wishing to pull him close as she approached another orgasm. She found herself subjugated to his needs, a subordinate forced to yield to each of his whims and pleasures. It was everything she had hoped for. With a sudden force, something profound shifted low inside of her, bringing on her climax all at once.

"Oh, Fuck!" Iris screamed and her body shivered violently as the enormous orgasm washed over her. Iris's ecstasy kicked Brenn over the edge. He fell into her embrace shoving his face against the pillow just above her right shoulder. He pinned Iris fast to the bed, arching his back and still driving himself into her contracting vagina mercilessly.

He growled fiercely from his orgasm -- muffled by the pillow. Brenn's tempo changed to slow thrusts which pressed him as hard and far into Iris as possible, causing loud wet slaps as their bodies met. By degrees, Brenn went slack on top of her. He turned his face to his student. She proceeded to cover her exhausted Professor with slow sweet kisses. He was still inside of her.