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“All right, class, your assignment is to read Chapter 7 of your textbooks, or at the very least learn enough about the Gholomen civilization to make me think you have.” Dr. Gesper gave the lecture hall a surreptitious wink behind his thin spectacles; a balding man in his late 40’s, he had a very professorial look about him, though with a touch of the cheek one might think more fitting of a younger one. “Make sure to complete the short answer section and then turn in your quizzes to Huni. See you all next Monday, try not to party too hard out there!”

There weren’t a lot of replies, but few were expected - it was a big lecture hall, not a particularly personal environment. Dr. Gesper left through the side door, leaving the rest of the authority on the shoulders of his Lucario, Huni. This was far from an unusual occurrence - the professor had a medical condition that made it tricky for him to stand for long periods, which meant he commonly left before the end and reserved the last twenty or so minutes of the class for quiz completion. Huni had acted as his assistant for eight years now, and could do most of the duties that needed to be done in Dr. Gesper’s absence - even as far as administering the lectures if the professor was having a day where his condition was acting up. Not his favorite thing to do, but he would do it if it helped his trainer.

His eyes darted over the throngs of students in the seats, watching as they finished out their quizzes; most of them had been working on them during the video, mainly the multiple-choice sections which detailed facts that were covered in it. The short answers were a bit more complex, but not terribly difficult, and made easier by the fact that the students could discuss answers and some of them were more opinion-based. It didn’t take much to get a high score - all you had to do was show up and pay attention. That was how Dr. Gesper liked it - he enjoyed teaching but hated being a stickler for grades and failing people. He primarily taught introductory courses on early civilizations of the south, one of those courses which students took in their first year to fill out general requirements for graduation, not something they intended to stick with; his advanced courses were very limited and required a strong scholastic background and dedicated interest, in other words students who were determined and invested in a relevant field and very unlikely to do poorly. Huni helped with those as well, but he definitely wasn’t leading any of those classes…at least they were in a place where Dr. Gesper could stay seated.

The introductory courses were very popular, though…not because of the content, but because of the ‘easy A’ reputation. Less than 1% of the students who took the course failed it, as the exams were not exceptionally challenging and the grading was fairly lenient. It was perfect for those students still getting adjusted to their new routines - a course which took effort, but not a deep degree of effort, allowing them more leeway to work on the other courses and get up to speed. Huni wondered sometimes how much the students were really getting out of the material - would any of them really remember anything from this? Probably not too many, probably not too much, not unless they were really interested in it…but if they were, he’d likely see them around.

Soon enough, quizzes started coming in. The first submitters were always the opposite ends of the spectrum - those who put in the least, jotting off quick answers just to be done with it, and those who put in the most, who’d thought about what they needed to think about well before coming to class. Huni didn’t do any of the grading himself, though he’d put them into the system if needed, but sometimes he and Dr. Gesper would read them together, and this batch was usually his favorite - some of the answers were quite interesting and thoughtful, and some of them were ridiculous but hilarious. After that, it tended to be the people who were less engrossed but still thoughtful, usually trailing down to the people who just really didn’t have as good a grasp on the material and those who weren’t as adept at test-taking. Those tended to be less interesting, if usually still correct to some degree.

Huni wasn’t actively monitoring the class - these were adults, it wasn’t his job to babysit - but he did flick his eyes away from his laptop every now and then to see how many were left. His little station at the side was perfect for him, a stool and small desk where he could put the laptop, which he could use to keep himself occupied while waiting for things to finish up. He had no real formal duties, and typically got most of his support done outside of class, so it was usually looking up articles for possible class materials or just reading interesting stories or otherwise browsing the Internet. Anything that didn’t require sound, since he wanted his ears to be open in case there were questions - today didn’t seem to be a day for that, but some days he couldn’t get people to stop asking, only the bell could. It felt like one of those fairly bland days which would be uneventful and forgettable…until Huni saw him approaching with a grin on his face.

Oh, jeez…of course we’re going to be going through this again. It had better not be what I think it is…

The student’s name was Darrin, and he was, at least as far as Huni was concerned, a troublemaker. Though his was a very specific trouble. He wasn’t disruptive during lectures, his grades were on par with at least the upper half of the class, he didn’t come off as nasty or dismissive…but he had a knack for giving Huni, and very specifically Huni, a hard time. It was always after Dr. Gesper left, always when he came to turn something in or asked a question, always involved him teasing the Lucario or treating him in a way that was somewhat demeaning…never nasty enough to be reportable, and he didn’t really know what it was that was compelling him to act that way. Huni didn’t want trouble, so he always tried to brush it off…it was just an anomaly, people generally weren’t like that to him, most students didn’t treat him any differently than anyone else, and he wasn’t sure what had Darrin doing otherwise. He didn’t want to engage Darrin, but he doubted he’d have much say in the matter…

Sure enough, Darrin gave him a smirk as he slipped his quiz into the tray. “Hard at work there, boy?” Huni’s ear twitched at the ‘boy’ label. “Working so hard for the prof, you can tell how much he likes having you around…just a regular teacher’s pet, eh?”

“Is there something you needed, Darrin?” Huni replied tensely, choosing to avoid directly responding to the human’s words. ‘Teacher’s pet’ was Darrin’s favorite term for Huni, it didn’t matter that Dr. Gesper was neither his teacher nor was Huni his pet - just because the professor was his trainer didn’t mean he was a pet. The first time, he’d insisted that he was the professor’s partner, but when that didn’t stop Darrin he knew protests weren’t going to help his cause.

“Oh, sure, I just wanted to give you some props for all you do for the class!” It sounded innocent enough, but there was such a cheek in the way it was said, it was certainly not meant to be genuinely praiseworthy…and that only became more clear as Darrin reached out to rub his head like he was a feral dog. “You deserve some attention for all that, it’s gotta be really helpful for him!”

Huni growled a bit, but kept himself in check despite the irritation he felt and the snickers from other students. Some of them would chide Darrin for this behavior, others found it funny, neither one seemed to influence the way Darrin acted. “Please remove your hand from my head, Darrin.”

“Oh, come on, all good boys need pats! And I know you’re a VERY good boy, right?” Huni’s breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t the words this time, it was something else, something no one else but him would pick up on…the force of it was beyond intense, and it made him freeze. Darrin snickered at the response, moving his hand from Huni’s head down to his shoulder and side. “Such a good boy, always happy to help, working hard for the prof, you deserve all the pets, don’t you?”

It was when the hand brushed the top of his thigh that Huni suddenly shot up like he’d been stung, snapping his laptop shut. “Just-remembered-I-have-a-meeting-to-get-to-get-those-sheets-into-the-basket-before-you-leave-see-you-all-next-week!” And then like a shot, the Lucario tore out of the lecture hall, to a mixture of laughter and exasperation from the other students that, at the moment, he couldn’t have cared less about.

———

Moving quickly while holding his laptop in a very precise position was not the easiest or most inconspicuous thing, which made Huni very thankful that it was a Friday afternoon and the hallways were pretty sparse. It allowed him to get to the restroom quickly, to get the privacy that he suddenly very much needed. Only when he was in there did he feel a touch of relief, though not much…with a frustrated sigh, he set his laptop down on the counter next to the sink, making sure the spot was dry. It no longer had to do the job of covering up the red rocket that had almost fully pushed its way out of his groin by this point.

It’s almost enough to convince me to wear clothes…almost.

Being a Pokémon, of course, he didn’t have to wear anything. And he wasn’t particularly keen on doing so - clothes for Pokémon were generally either gaudy accessory-type garments that were more for trainers who wanted to play dress-up or much too formal and expensive…and even the rare clothes that were more casual were way more pricy than he felt comfortable with. Huni was perfectly fine in his fur anyway, and it rarely was a problem in any way, it wasn’t like he was often ‘exposed’ in the way that a nude human would be.

But it could happen. And Darrin seemed to be infuriatingly good at making it happen…it wasn’t in his words or his touch, but his aura. As with any typical Lucario, he could sense auras, which every living creature had, but mindful creatures like humans and Pokémon much more so. Seeing those could give him a sense of the general temperament of a person as well as more variable states like mood and health. The flip side of aura sense, though, was a sensitivity to those aura states - as Lucarios felt them, they influenced one’s own emotions, and in the presence of one long enough could even alter a Lucario’s temperament. There was no danger of that latter event with a large class of all different temperaments, but emotional influence was certainly plausible, especially with an intense one. And Darrin, much to Huni’s chagrin, knew just how to get to him most effectively - by projecting into him an aura of raw, slavering HORNY.

It was a definite vulnerability. Huni didn’t have much of a sex life - he was more at ease in the comfort of home, didn’t go out and party or socialize much, and despite the fact that he was a Lucario and would have had plenty of attention if he wanted it, he simply didn’t feel comfortable just going after random people. That didn’t mean he didn’t get lusty, though, or that he didn’t enjoy the thought of sex…he just kept that under wraps most of the time, using his naturally high self-control not to let it affect most of his life. But when it was pushed on him like that, with the kind of intensity that Darrin could muster, the urges would break through and his self-control couldn’t rein it back in until he’d taken care of the physical side, reducing the urges enough that he could rein his mind back in.

And he knew how it was going to happen even before the door opened and he heard a familiar snicker. “Dang, I think it looks even bigger than last time. Maybe because you’re getting some use out of it, eh?”

Huni looked up at Darrin as the door of the restroom shut behind the human. “You are SUCH an ass.”

“Well, now, I was under the impression that you LOVED ass.”

“Do you have any idea what’ll happen if I’m…exposed like that in front of the class?!”

“Sure I do. You’ll get a bunch of laughs, people’ll tease you about it for a while, and before long they’ll stop caring. You’re a Pokémon, it’s not a scandal or anything.”

“It’s not about me, it’s about Dr. Gesper! What they’d think of him if there were some kind of, of reputation of me being…inappropriate towards his students! A scandal like that could cost him his job!”

“Eh, probably not, he’s tenured.”

Huni bared his fangs at the dismissive Darrin. “That’s not just a get-out-of-trouble-free card! And I wouldn’t have to worry about it if you didn’t insist on being so…perverted! Pushing me into this!”

Darrin was unperturbed as he pulled off his shirt and started to kick off his shoes. “Oh, don’t be like that. I didn’t make you come here, right? You could have gone anywhere else to take care of that not-at-all-little issue between your legs, would have gotten you what you needed without needing to hear my voice again. But you came here, instead, just like the other times, and you and I both know it’s because you want this.”

“That doesn’t change that it wouldn’t happen if you didn’t insist on doing this! Riling me up, in more ways than one…”

“Well, of course,” smirked the human as he dropped his pants - no underwear to speak of - and stepped out of them. “You’re so much more fun when you’re riled up! You wouldn’t go nearly as hard on me if you didn’t have a score to settle!”

If only going hard on him dissuaded him…and the most frustrating thing was that Huni KNEW Darrin was right. This wasn’t the first time this had happened…in fact, it was the fourth Friday in a row. The third week of the semester, Huni had dealt with plenty of frustration, but he was utterly unprepared for the sudden onslaught of horny, or the whispered hint from the human to meet him in a particular restroom. Even now, Huni wasn’t sure why he went there…he told himself that he was just too flustered to think straight and needed to get somewhere to hide himself, and that restroom was out of the way enough that students exiting the class almost certainly wouldn’t come there. Darrin had shown up shortly after…Huni hadn’t been prepared for the human to want to ‘address’ the problem he caused. And taking out the frustration he had with a thorough pounding…well, Huni couldn’t deny how cathartic it felt.

Of course, it was horribly salacious and improper, and he had told himself he wasn’t going to let himself slip like that again…but then it happened again the next Friday. And the next. And today he’d been trying to steel himself against it, truly suspecting it was coming this time, and yet he had no more defense against it than the prior weeks…and here he was, right at their meeting spot, playing right into the human’s hands. Was it just because Darrin had gotten under his skin, now he could play the Lucario to his whims? Darrin was entirely right, Huni could have gone anywhere else that was private, wanked himself into relief and decency again…but he hadn’t even thought about that, he’d gone straight here. And even being aware of that, he knew full well that he wasn’t going anywhere until he’d taken care of his problem...

And before he could think on that further, Darrin was on his knees, and starting to slurp on the end of Huni’s cock, swallowing the leaky precum from the tip and moaning in satisfaction at the salty and slightly metallic taste and musky scent. “Oh, my, you’re really potent today, think you’ve been looking forward to this…”

Huni growled again, half in resignation and half in lust. Whatever he had to figure out, it wasn’t going to be now, this was happening and he wasn’t stopping it. “Shut up and start sucking, bitch.”

“Aye-aye!” Darrin wrapped his lips around Huni’s cock and started to bob, plenty vigorous even out of the gate, one hand reaching to fondle the Lucario’s balls and sheath while the other held his leg for balance. Huni was slightly on the larger side as Lucarios went, but Darrin still had more than a foot of height on him, and the angle he had to get to to work him properly was a touch awkward…but he’d never heard a complaint from the human, who he rather suspected was QUITE familiar with such things by now. He didn’t really converse with Darrin any beyond the venting of his frustrations at the human’s antics, but from remarks Darrin had made, Huni had the sense that he was REALLY into Lucarios. Which might have been the reason he was so good at toying with Huni, just familiarity with the traits of his species and how best to exploit them.

And also might have been the reason he was REALLY good at blowing Huni.

The Lucario’s jaw clenched, and his paw gripped the edge of the sink as he was worked over by Darrin’s mouth. Warm and wet and pleasantly tight, with a tongue that toyed with the underside in unpredictable ways, teeth slightly grazing against him in a non-threatening way, and extraordinarily yielding, taking him deep with no significant effort, the human was as good at this as Huni could imagine a human being. Until Darrin, Huni had only been with other Pokémon, but he’d heard and seen other Pokémon talking about such things, and even ones around his size said that humans tended to have trouble with oral with them due to having such limited space compared to most Pokémon…if that was the case, Darrin must have been the exception, because he handled everything without even the slightest hesitation. His breathing became heavier, and he felt himself shoot more pre into that tight passage, which Darrin eagerly swallowed down. Fuck, if only he didn’t use this mouth for evil…

It wasn’t long before the combination of pleasure and desire to put the bitch in his place compelled some more intense action from Huni. His free hand went to the back of Darrin’s head and his hips started to buck into the human, smacking his knot against those lips, almost as if threatening to tie Darrin’s face. Which he wasn’t, but he was pretty sure he could if he tried…he held back only because they were still in a public place, and he was certainly going to be tying another hole and that was risky enough. Thankfully, Darrin wasn’t trying to push the issue, instead continuing to slurp and moan around the cock driving into his throat, kneading Huni’s fuzzy ball sack and tightening down around the humping canine.

The closer he got to going off, the rougher Huni got with Darrin. He could feel his cock starting to throb, the tension building in his loins, his maw leaking groans and growls of mixed pleasure and dominance, a perfect counterpart in his ears to the slutty moans and slurps Darrin was giving off. He couldn’t help it anymore, his other hand released from the sink and grabbed onto Darrin’s head, and he started thrusting hard into the human’s mouth, facefucking him with authority. His heart was pounding, his lust was flaring, he was close to going off and he couldn’t wait to fill Darrin up and make him swallow his jizz like a proper cumwhore, show him his proper place after all that impudence he made Huni put up with…

Clearly, Darrin wasn’t worried about being put in his place, as that hand snuck up from Huni’s balls and wrapped around the Lucario’s knot. And just like the rest of his blowjob, the human very clearly had the benefit of experience and knowledge, gripping at the back of the knot and behind it, in just the spot that was most effective for simulating a tie. That was all that Huni could handle, he thrust in once more and bit back the loud yell he wanted to let loose into a forceful grunt as he unloaded into Darrin’s mouth and throat, the messy release causing some of it to leak out around Darrin’s lips even as the human rapidly gulped down everything he possibly could. He kept his grip tight, working his hand back and forth as he tried to get Huni to give him as much of that canine cream as he could produce.

It took a while for his orgasm to taper off, but even as it did, Huni knew he wasn’t done; the lust had been partly quelled, but Darrin was still giving off that intensely horny aura, and it was easy to see why - he hadn’t touched his own cock, which was firmly erect and leaking in its own right. Half the length and girth of Huni’s, it wasn’t exactly an impressive specimen, but somehow the Lucario got the impression that he wasn’t doing anything with it that made size relevant anyway. He steadied himself against the counter again, his cock still dribbling spunk onto the tile, something that would need to be cleaned up after they were done…he didn’t want to make a huge mess, that just made it more likely that someone would find him in the aftermath, and he wasn’t sure he could come up with a convincing story. But they had to get there first, and that required Darrin getting what he came for.

“Mmm, what a tasty load,” hummed Darrin contentedly, wiping his mouth and looking up at Huni teasingly. “You know, I’m pretty sure the angrier you are, the tastier you are.”

“Don’t even think about trying to test that,” Huni growled; the last thing he wanted was Darrin pushing things further than they already were, because he couldn’t even imagine what that might look like.

“Hm, do you mean that, or are you just trying to entice me into it?”

“I swear, you are the most impossible person I’ve ever had the misfortune to encounter.”

“Am I, now? I think you enjoy it. I think you like being able to cut loose and throw off that nice and proper image for a while, and to take out all that pent-up energy on someone who you know can take in and you feel like deserves it. You pretend you’re indulging me, but I think you’re indulging yourself.”

The most annoying thing about that was that Huni couldn’t conclusively refute that. So he didn’t bother trying to. “Just turn around and get down, bitch, and spread that slutty hole.”

“Whatever you say, sir.” Huni’s jaw clenched a bit, even if that sir didn’t have the obvious diminution of ‘boy’ or ‘teacher’s pet’ there was something too cheeky about it, it didn’t sound like it was deferential at all. Certainly not deferential enough for someone who was on his elbows and knees on a hard tile floor, legs splayed wide and an unquestionably well-used pucker winking at him…how he could even handle that was beyond Huni, that didn’t look comfortable at all, but he wasn’t in the mood to question it. He dropped down onto Darrin, arms around the human, his chest spike poking at his back as he mounted up, getting the tip wedged up into Darrin’s asshole and positioning himself for a wild ride. His ears twitched, trying to listen for any footsteps outside the restroom…the risk of getting caught was still very real, even if not wildly likely. But there was nothing except the eager panting of the human below him, and he wasn’t sensing any nearby auras…this was as ‘safe’ as things were going to be, so he needed to not waste time.

His cock plunged in, hard and fast, the knot smacking against Darrin’s rear on the very first go. No need to go lightly, Darrin was tight enough but he had virtually no resistance, easily accepting in what Huni had to offer - he’d had plenty, probably bigger. More pertinent was the loud half-cry he let out, which was far too loud for Huni’s comfort. “Keep it down, bitch!”

“Sorry, hard to do when you’re just so big and feel so good,” came the teasing reply. Snarling, Huni snatched the human’s shirt from nearby, and stuffed part of it into Darrin’s mouth, muffling him effectively. He was pretty sure Darrin was doing that intentionally, he hadn’t been so loud the first time…at the moment it didn’t matter, he had a rutting to get to.

He began to drive in, thrusting hard and fast, using every bit of his natural strength as a Fighting-type Pokémon to deliver all the force he could muster. Darrin was still moaning and crying out, though the volume had been effectively arrested, not as loud as Huni’s own growls and grunts or the wet smacks and shlicks of his tool laying claim to that greedy ass. There was only so much he could control, and getting the loudest out was as good as it was getting…keeping himself in check was the next challenge, with Darrin pushing back against him, tightening down around him, clearly trying to stimulate him as much as possible and getting him even more riled up. Nothing Huni could do could ever be too much for Darrin, but at least he was going to enjoy this even if he couldn’t truly punish the human for his transgressions.

Indeed, punishment was not happening, Darrin’s aura was wildly pleasured, he was loving every second of this. He squirmed a little in Huni’s grip, not trying to get away - in fact Huni could swear he was pushing against his chest spike deliberately, something most people tried to avoid. That clenching was making his passage tighter, but Huni’s pre was making it plenty slick and easy to thrust in and out, allowing him to go as fast as he pleased, and he took full advantage, hips rocking back and forth in a blur, knot hammering at that hole with a regular cadence, spreading wetness all over the point of their coupling, the splatter flying farther and making more of a mess…there were only so many things Huni could think about at once, and for the moment that factor was out of mind.

In mind was the thrill he was getting out of it. As frustrating as it was to concede anything to Darrin, it was hard to deny the way his heart thudded against his chest, his blood rushing at a rate that it rarely had in years; the way his muscles tingled as they were given a rare chance to be put to the test, the limiters removed for a brief moment to let them go all out; the rush of sex-tinged air in and out of his lungs, his nostrils flaring and drawing in more of that primally-pleasing scent; the wonderful tension around his cock as it claimed the slutty human, imposing its will on another body without concern or caution; and the sheer, raw, feral glee at taking down an irritating whelp that had been bothering him for so long, putting him into his proper place in the hierarchy, even if it clearly didn’t bother Darrin in the slightest. It was a rare moment to be lost in, one he never indulged in even during his more adventurous times, one that drove him to unleash all he had on this convenient and willing bitch who eagerly pushed him past the breaking point and reveled in the consequences…no matter what he might say afterwards, he knew in the moment that he loved this, it was like an explosion coming out from everything that had been charged up, and just that unleashing was a rapturous experience.

All that said, he didn’t completely lose track of himself, and he knew he couldn’t afford to prolong it. He hammered in hard and fast, solidifying his grip and bracing himself, and then rammed in with full force, a loud pop heralding the tying of the human. This was the trigger for both of them, Darrin letting out a muffled squeal and Huni a closed-mouth roar as both of them erupted, the human onto the tile underneath them and the Lucario into the convenient package that was Darrin’s bowels, flooding them with round after round of thick canine spunk. Never was Huni more productive than during these encounters, it felt like his balls were working overtime to churn out an extra-virile climax, certainly more than when he ever took care of these things himself…it made the disparity between his and the human’s outputs that much starker, though Darrin wasn’t exactly minute in his own production, as he would know when he had to clean up after him. But he would make sure Darrin was carrying this for a good long while…

It was quite a long time, almost unnervingly long, before Huni’s load tapered off, the pulses slowing down gradually until he was doing nothing more than drooling spunk from the tip of his cock. His head was finally clear, no more reinforcement from Darrin, whose own lust had been eased as well, so he was more in control of himself once again. Another quick aura and ear check, confirming they were still alone and not in imminent danger of discovery…that was a bit of extra relief, but he wasn’t going to push his luck. He settled himself down, and willed his knot to deflate - not the most pleasant sensation, it didn’t want to go down unnaturally, but at least he had the option, most Pokémon didn’t have any control over it. He pulled it out before it was fully down, getting another pop out of the human’s rear and a shiver from his body, and then got off of Darrin and stepped back, catching his breath and surveying the damage. The floor had plenty of evidence of their activities scattered around, enough that it was take a bit to clean it all up…it could have been worse, at least.

“Phew…that was a hell of a rut, you really went all out, didn’t you?” Darrin’s voice was as chipper as ever, and still a bit too loud for Huni’s comfort. He watched as the human went to his pants pocket, fished out a black plug, and reached back to thrust in into his ass, containing the majority of Huni’s load. “Mmm, nice and warm, that’s gonna feel good for the next few hours.”

“Are we done here?” grunted Huni; he was working on putting that arousal to bed, Darrin’s relentless and shameless sluttiness wasn’t going to help with that.

“I suppose if we have to be. Ah, that hit the spot, you really are a very good boy! Definitely deserving of that treat!”

“Grrr…”

“Well, it’s true, anyway!” Darrin snickered as he worked his clothes on, almost as quickly as he got them off. He didn’t even bother trying to clean up the lingering mess on him…he clearly didn’t care if someone noticed, though probably it wouldn’t be obvious to anyone other than a Pokémon, and Huni had the feeling that if a Pokémon did notice they would find a human more than willing to indulge them if they wanted to add to it. “Ah, nothing like a nice thick knot to loosen me up. Perfect way to start the weekend. Hopefully I got you just as loosened up!” With a grin, the human headed for the door and pulled it open, stopping to give a little wave to Huni. “See you on Monday…and see more of you next week.”

The door closed, and Huni was alone. The Lucario took a deep breath, then let it out slowly. Pulling himself upright, he stepped over to grab a few paper towels and wet them down. Such a frustrating person, but ruthlessly effective at it, he had to admit. And he had ten more weeks of putting up with him…which likely also meant ten more Fridays of this, if he was lucky enough that Darrin didn’t try to up the production. And he’d pretty much resigned himself to all of it…Darrin wasn’t going to stop being provocative, and he was starting to accept that he was going to respond just how the human wanted, and come dutifully to their meeting point to give him what he sought.

Maybe he’s right, maybe I’m indulging myself just as much as him.

The cleaning took a few minutes, but at least he got all the obvious evidence dealt with. The scent of semen was still in the air, but there was nothing he could do about that, it would fade on its own after a while. Picking up his laptop, he headed back to the lecture hall to pick up the quizzes, noting with a bit of disconcert that he was indeed a lot looser and more relaxed than usual.

Maybe I do need to get out a little more…I doubt he’d be able to get to me as much if I wasn’t as pent up. But something tells me I’m probably not going to make that change until after the end of the semester…