Posted by Max5s on September 15, 2000 at 13:12:09:
I doubt that she even noticed that I was sitting in the audience. I was just one more face in a sea of tired, disinterested science majors looking forward to the weekend that couldn’t start until this damn, late Friday afternoon class was over.
As she went on with the lecture, I challenged myself to remember the days I sat here as a student studying the same material. I could almost lip-sync the whole damn thing. “For a certain family of forcing terms g(x), our strategy is to transform the non-homogeneous equation into a homogeneous one. To do this, we’ll consider the annihilator concept. A linear differential operator………..”. And on we went.
Soon, the words were no longer registering. Instead, my mind was focused on her body language. As she wrote upon the large blackboard, her hips oscillated back and forth. Her right breast jiggled as the equation flowed out in chalky white. A[f](x) = 0. I found myself longing to solve such a difficult problem with a blood red marker as my pen and the soft, tender flesh beneath her magnificent breasts as my tablet. She laid the chalk down in the tray and turned to face the class. She paused a moment. Her chest rose as breathed in, then she smiled with a hint of satisfaction and finished her thought. “A” annihilates f if f is a solution to the homogeneous…” Annihilates! I loved the sound of that word as I watched her breasts shifting under her blouse. Annihilates! Annihilator! Annihilate her! I could feel that delightful stirring down below.
As she continued, I imagined myself walking down the steep aisle of the lecture hall and up to the podium where she stood suddenly silent. As the class watched, I snapped open my pocket knife. Petra’s eyes opened wide as the blade slid between the ivory colored buttons of her blouse just above her navel. Slowly, I cut the white threads holding them in place. First one, then another and another while her students watched in silence.
The blade slid under the pocket, the cold steel resting against her skin. Slowly, I pulled the white fabric aside. She wore no bra, and as my wrist moved over her, her cream colored breast was revealed to all. The crowd sighed in unison as I placed the sharp edge of the blade against her throbbing nipple. I pushed her back until her bottom bumped against a demonstration table. With a small bit of force, she slipped backward, her shoulder blades coming to rest on its cold, smooth surface. Petra’s eyes watched mine, half pleading, half begging. I yanked the blouse from under her skirt, then place the blade of my knife at the light gray border where flesh met fabric. Again, the tip was above her navel, but this time the edge faced her delicate skin.
With one smooth action, I drew the blade from waist to hem. Petra rose up violently, then crashed back onto the table. Her fingers were balled up into fists and her lower lip was quivering. Again, the class sighed, but watched without objection.
I slit her panty legs then pulled the fabric aside, leaving her nude from chin to hem. A thin red line ran sown her middle from just below her belly button to a point buried in her pubic thatch. Her upper teeth bit down lightly on her lower lip and her breathing caused a hissing sound as air passed between her teeth.
Petra reached out to me, taking my arms and pulling me down on top of her. She pressed her lips against mine, her tongue probing my mouth, her fingers now sliding through my hair. My thumbs slid across her nipples in small circles. The fingers of my left hand caressed her lightly while those on my right held the knife. Slowly, I drew the sharpened edge against her skin below her breast. As the cutting deepened, her body tightened. Her stomach was suddenly very concave, and a trickle of blood snaked down her abdomen and pooled in her broad umbilicus.
I pressed my erection against her and could feel the wetness of her loins; not quite ready but not far either. I moved my head back and kissed her right nipple. It was firm against my lips; a delight for my lustful tongue. I pressed it between my tongue and teeth, then felt her back arch as my blade slid once again against her breast. When she reached her highest point of curvature, I slid into her. As her arms wrapped around me, I could feel her feet locking against my back, pulling me deeper into ecstasy. She moaned with pleasure, and as her breath caught, I buried the blade deep in her upper abdomen, the flat surface slowly dragging across her lower most rib as the tip sliced the base of her diaphragm. As she stiffened, I gave it a bit of a twist, the pulled her pelvis against mine.
We both sighed as our pubic bones collided then rubbed against each other. I held the knife steady as I pumped her with long, slow strokes, the end of which lifted her butt slightly above the tabletop. After a few moments, I could feel the warm, sticky wetness of her blood soaking my shirt as it flowed down onto the valley of her naked belly. Layer after layer of crimson smears covered her lightly tanned skin in vertical patterns reminiscent of the finger paintings of my childhood. Each of my thrusts caused the blade to shift, to cut more flesh, to slide deeper into her body.
I pulled the blade out, then pressed the edge against her left nipple once again as my lips smothered her. Petra stiffened, yet pulled me into her. As I ended our kiss, I drove the blade into her breast as she gasped for air. My left hand slid along her side, the tips of my fingers pressing against her spine until my thumb came to rest in her navel. I squeezed her hard, then pushed the blade between her ribs and inward toward her heart. I could feel myself ready to explode as I watched her eyes go wide. I held on; only seconds before my seeds would rush into her. Four,…………………. three,……………………. two ……………..(her body was quivering) ……………………one, (her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, her moan very faint) …………ZERO! My body shook as I forced myself deep into her. Over and over again until I was completely spent.
For a few moments, I laid there atop her, my cheek against her right breast, staring blankly at the audience. Slowly, I rose up. Petra’s body lay motionless, then slid forward off the table. Her knees hit the floor, then she fell backwards as the table slid away from her. For a moment I just watched her, then turned toward the students and in a voice barely above a whisper stated, “Class dismissed!”
Something poked me in the shoulder, and I suddenly realized that the girl sitting next to me was putting away her notebook. Then the voice of Petra became audible above the shuffle. “By Monday, you need to read section 6.5 in your text and we’ll take a look at using the method of variation of parameters to find a general solution to the Cauchy-Euler equation. Okay. That’s it. Have a nice weekend.”
As the students filed out of the lecture hall, I moved down to the front row and took a seat. When all of them had left, Petra walked toward me.
“Did you want to see me?” she quipped as if I were wasting her time.
“Only for a moment,” I replied as I stood up. “What I have to say shouldn’t take long.”
“Well what is it?” she asked as she looked down at her watch. “I’m very busy, and most of my grad students could answer questions about the homework.”
“Are you always this bitchy?” I asked.
Her face reddened. “You bastard. How DARE you speak to me like that!” she scolded me.
I smiled and took a few steps closer to her, making sure she could see the gun stashed in my belt. She backed up until she was stopped by the wall, her eyes focused on the weapon. As I drew it, she pressed both hands against the paneling separating the huge blackboards behind her and tried to disappear into the wall. With nowhere to go, she closed her eyes and turned her face toward the door. The long silencer caressed the inside of her leg and made its way up to her mons. As she sucked in her tightened belly, I kissed her lightly on the neck.
“I want you,” I whispered into her ear as the muzzle pushed against the gray fabric over her clit. “I want you, NOW!”
“I want you too,” she replied, her breath catching half way through the remark, “But we have to pick up the monster first. Your mother can’t keep him past 6 tonight!”