Edible Essence - Part Six

As I hear the laptop finish booting up my gaze shifts between the bag and the screen, my attention focusing in on my little area around the desk as I try to work out how I can unlock this strangers computer.

Suddenly a noise rips me from my distracted state, my head whipping up as I hear a soft chuckling and the moving of a seat beside me.

"Didn't think you'd be up this early, not that I'm complaining" chuckles a cozily dressed redhead, her pierced lip curling into a smirk. My mouth hangs open as I watch her replace the chair and desk combination beside me with another, the tall and lanky redhead soon dragging over one with a mirrored desktop to my own.

The young twenty year old's dull copper hair frays out in a wild mess, the thick mane that rests just above her shoulders likely only having been finger combed before coming to class. Her fair and pale skin is fairly dry, her bright chartreuse eyes being adorned with dark bags much like my own. Her relatively long and slightly bent nose is accented with a cute little purple gemstone, the petite piercing sitting in her left nostril. Her slightly cracked plush lips hold two more piercings, two silver rings resting dead center of her smirk.

Her slender frame is largely hidden behind a seeming wall of warm clothing. A dark homemade scarf warps around her slender neck, the long and muted piece of fabric dangling forward as she shuffles closer. A large leather jacket several sizes too large for her sits atop a heavy knitted dark purple sweater, the black aging leather sleeves obscuring all of her arms aside from her finger tips. Her nails are painted in a variety of colors with layers of older polish being visible beneath the newer layers. Her right hand however is trimmed back a fair bit, her nails being clipped within and inch of their lives.

Her lower body seems to flare out rather dramatically, her wide hips quickly catching my eye. Despite her slender yet pear-shaped form, it is well hidden beneath even more layers of clothing. A set of black tights are just barely visible, peaking over the top of her thick jeans as she tries to insulate herself from the cold

"Fuck..." she huffs, dropping into the seat before leaning over on my arm rest to get closer to my ear. "I hate hate hate this cold" she grumbles with a shiver, rubbing her cheek with her left hand. Her face twists into a Cheshire Cat-esque grin, her gaze turning to meet my own. "If you had told me you were coming today I would have ask for a lift "she chuckles, leaning in. "Or just stayed the night" she whispers, sending my heart racing a mile a minute as my face burns a deep deep red.

"I... uh..." I blurt out, looking down at my computers login screen. I quickly tap in the first thing I can think of, my old password, surprisingly finding it to work as a loud chime plays from the small laptop. The red head just giggles in response, sliding back over to her seat as she begins to unpack.

"It's alright, you can make it up to me later..." she coos softly, trying to keep her flirtation just between us. "Like giving me a drive home later" she adds, the comment likely not being much of a joke.

I open my mouth to say something, only to shut it as I hear the door open and a voice call out.

"Alright, let's get started" calls a familiar voice as a dark haired woman approaches the lectern. My eyes go wide as I watch the busty and bespectacled dark haired woman just reaching her thirties turn on the overhead projector, the stretching to reach causing her black sweater to strain over her sizeable chest.

"Fiona?..." I whisper, my stomach churning as I watch my ex quickly set up for her class. I swallow hard, my heart beating faster and faster as my eyes lock to her chest and a heat rapidly spreads through me.

Her silky black hair hangs just around her ears, a cleanly and neatly trimmed fringe allowing her a window for her to see through. Her slightly upturned button nose holds up a set of squashed down rectangular black framed glasses, the lens amplifying her icy blue eyes.

A tight black turtle neck clings to her upper body, not only revealing her sizeable chest but also her slightly doughy five foot four frame. She had put on some weight after we broke up when I was made redundant and it seems like she had kept it on, the suppl plush only making her seem more cuddly and adorable. A long black pleated dress hands down around her ankles, a set of black leather boots adorning her feet as she struts to the front of the class.

"Hot for teacher huh?" the redhead chuckles, nudging me. "You're gonna make me jealous you know."

"I'm... gay?..." I whisper softly, realizing that my sexuality was intact down to the 'typing' apparently.

The redhead lets out a loud snorting laugh, reaching over to pull my beanie down over my eyes.

"No shit, really? The masc little cutie that practically owns her own U-haul likes women?" she chuckles, moving to ruffle my hair through my hat. "Are you sure? I never would have..."

"Michelle! Ella!" shouts a voice from the front, the authoritative tone of Fiona quickly grabbing both our attentions. She leans against the lectern, glaring down at us over her glasses. "Do you need some time to yourselves? Or can we start our lecture?"

"Sorry" I mutter, pulling my beanie back into place. Looking up at her I feel a damp heat begin to grow between my legs, my breath growing short as I struggle to make eye contact with my ex across the room.

"Yeah, sorry Ms. Douglas" Michelle calls out, obviously losing steam as she was called out.

"Good" Fiona states, standing up straight as she taps at the keyboard on the lectern. "Let's begin, we'll be looking at reinterpretations of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein and the cultural importance the story has had throughout the years..."

My anxiety peaks as Fiona begins to discuss the history of the particular work, my eyes turning down to the blank word document on my screen as I try to listen along. I'd done this exact class years ago, close to decade in fact, yet I simply wait to find my new mind lacking the information.

However, despite all that had been changed I soon find myself growing bored of the lecture. I'd heard it all before, my ex seemingly just reading of the notes left by the previous and likely redundant lecturer.

"What is Frankenstein considered one of the first of?" Fiona calls out, the room soon filling with dead air. I wait for a moment, not wanting to just shout the answer myself. However, as Fiona seems to refuse to move on until someone speaks up I finally sigh and raise my hand.

"Science-fiction, Mary Shelly wrote the story after discussions of Galvanism and likely Lind" I call out, shrinking down into my seat as I feel eyes fall onto me.

"Wonderful as usual Ms. Summers" Fiona coos, smiling warmly as I'm forced to slink even further down into my seat. "I don't suppose you know what Galvanism..." she begins to ask, the nerves causing me to cut her off.

"It was a force of electro-stimulation. Luigi Galvani believed that the stimulation of dead tissue evidenced some vital life force that could animate organic matter..." I blurt out, my husky voice turning to a deep yet feminine squeal as I try to hide in my seat.

Fiona stands there for a moment, her lips parting for a moment before she rights herself.

"Also correct, and not a part of the reading either" she states in an oddly proud manner, the gears in her head turning as she considers something. Whatever she thought of she simply doesn't state it, soon returning to the lecture as I practically melt out and slide as low as I can in my seat.

"Such a nerd" Michelle whispers beside me, her words making my face burn with embarrassment. "Remind me to get some home tutoring when it's essay time."

Despite my best efforts I find myself answering question after question in the class. Each time Fiona asks something I watch as not only she, but the whole class, slowly turn to look at me in the back corner. Each question is answered in a more and more nervous way, the answer becoming drawn out between a series of stammering 'umm's and 'uhh's and 'well...'s.

By the end I'm left as a slumping and sagging puddle of a person in my seat, sweat clinging to my skin and my face redder than a tomato much to Michelle's amusement.

"And... That's it..." Fiona states, reaching the end of the slideshow before glancing down at her notes for confirmation. She doesn't even have time to say anything mroe as the class begins to shuffle in their seats, quickly packing bags and standing from their seats in an eager attempt to get out as soon as possible.

"Okay, don't forget to do the online quiz this week. I know it's only worth half a percent of your final mark, but each week adds up" Fiona urges, her gaze darting between the leaving students. Finally her gaze falls to me, her eyebrow cocking for a moment as if in confusion before she speaks up. "And Ms. Summers?..."

"That's... Yes?" I croak out, shuffling in my seat as I cram my computer into the heavy fabric bag.

"I'd like a word with you, if that's alright" Fiona says warmly, stacking her own notes with her laptop. "Can you come see me in my office, when you have time of course."

I swallow hard as she asks to speak to me, a giggling Michelle whispering under her breath not making the fear and nerves any better.

"Your in troooooouble" she coos softly, slinging a black backpack over her shoulder before pacing out the nearest door in an eager attempt to get out of the lecture hall and leaving me alone again."

"I... sure Fi... Ms. Douglas" I manage to cough out, forcing myself to use my ex girlfriend's last name and honorific. She seems to perk up at my response, her gaze burning into me as I race out the door in an attempt to follow Michelle.

Barreling out into the frigid and hazy air outside I find it almost a relief, my burning hot body and strange sense of arousal dying down under the barrage of seemingly arctic gusts. Letting out a sigh I adjust my bag, quickly pacing down the small open air hallway that connects the lecture halls before...