Pervy Professors

Sophia and Cherry linger in the dim classroom after everyone else has gone. Same two rings on each left hand. Same problem in the middle of the table: one last paper that hasn’t shown up yet. “She finishes late the same way she does everything else,” Cherry mutters, voice low, playful. “On her knees, probably.” Sophia’s mouth curls. “You’ve thought about that.” “Daily.” Cherry drags a finger along the edge of the desk. “Bet she’s tight. Young. Curious.” She pauses. “We could find out.” They trade the kind of look wives exchange when they’ve already agreed in silence. Footsteps echo in the hall. Door swings. Gal steps inside, sun on her shoulders, essay in one hand. She blinks, smiles when she sees both women waiting. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.” “Waiting on you,” Sophia says. The air tightens. Cherry shuts the door with her hip. For a second nobody moves. Then Sophia leans forward. “We’re wives, Gal. We don’t play games. We want you. Both of us. Tonight. No grades, no favors. Just skin.” Cherry steps closer, perfume cutting through chalk dust. “You walk out that door with the paper, you’re done with us. You stay, you finish something else.” Gal’s pulse jumps in her throat. She sets the essay down like it’s suddenly too heavy. A slow grin spreads. “College is supposed to end with a bang, right?” Sophia’s already reaching for the lock. Cherry’s already sliding her hand up Gal’s waist. The lights click off.