Fire and Ice

[Billy The Kid]

”Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.”​

A deep voice with a slight rasp booms as he enters his packed class, not pausing as he walks towards the three section whiteboard, each step in rhythm with the poem and each word enunciated to perfection. While Paul by far was never an English major, he still minored in it and loved the written word, be it poetry or the latest short story published on some underground fan fiction site. To him words and numbers were the true arts of the world and every chance he could get in class, he shared that feeling with his students. As a result of his less than orthodox way of teaching chemistry to the poor students required to dive through the laws, equations, theories and all the rest of the nightmare that they could vaguely remember.

Reaching the board he takes two markers in hand, one fire red and another that is as blue as ice. First popping open the blue one he writes the word “enthalpy”in capital block text, following up by opening the red marker and writing the word “entropy”in the same style as the previous word. Closing both caps and tossing them on the tray, turning around he places his hands in his khaki pants, his wrists resting on his leather belt, the faded steel buckle barely catching the white florescent light of the bulbs up above. Briefly removing his hand to run it through his hair, Professor Heyman smiles and returns his hand. “If I have at least managed to pound one thing into your heads these past few weeks is that even things on the micro scale can be seen on the macro scale; just take a look at the two most powerful emotions- love and hate.

Finishing up the lecture, hoping that his equating love and hate, poetry and chemistry managed to drill the concepts into the heads of his pupils; he knew that the teacher’s pets probably missed part of it having spent more time in the books than experiencing the beauty of the world or the. Packing up giving the usual meeting, he strolls out of the room and heads towards his office and where the annoyance that is his TA is probably at already, ready to schedule and or set up anything. Thinking about the little prank he pulled on her, he reaches for the door knob with a little laugh, expecting to find her there and more than ready to kiss his ass.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Cynthia was having serious issues. She squirmed in her hard wooden chair, now damp with sweat and... other fluids. She was trying to grade papers, but the... distraction she had been dealing with the last few days was getting the better of her. For the last week she had been unnaturally sexually aroused for no perceivable reason. She had been having what she supposed were hot-flashes that would not relent until, by chance, she realized that taking her clothes off made them stop almost instantly. Walking around her small, cramped apartment at night completely naked just made her hornier. But no matter how much she masturbated, she couldn't seem to achieve orgasm - it too, just made her hornier, until she couldn't sleep, her arousal at a fever pitch until she sat herself in the bathtub full of icy cold water. And now, here she sat, in her Professor's office, trying to grade papers as she sweltered in her clothes and her panties were well and truly soaked through with other fluids. She had an appointment with the campus doctor next week, but right now she just had to get through grading this stack of papers, which would normally not take her more than an hour and a half.

Cynthia looked at the clock - the Professor would be lecturing for another hour, she felt she might just have enough time to cool off and get most of the work done before he got back. She had already kicked off her shoes under the desk and was barefoot, running her feet through the thick soft carpet to try to distract herself from how her body was feeling otherwise. Now she slid her panties and skirt down her legs and dropped them off her feet onto her shoes. She pulled her shirt over her head and put it on the pile as well. She hadn't worn a bra or socks today - the less clothing the better she seemed to feel. It also made her hornier.

Sighing with frustration, she took a another long drink of water and leaned over the papers and forced herself to read them.

It was nearly impossible, and she found her hand straying to her thigh. She was sitting in the Professor's office, totally naked - that along would be enough in normal circumstances, but now she felt in her now seemingly perpetual state of arousal, it was too much to ignore. She leaned back in her chair, defeated, and started rubbing her breast with one hand - her nipples hard as stones, and her labia with the other, swollen and red and gaping.

She spread her knees wide and rubbed herself, separating her lips with her fingers, rubbing through the hot, wet canyons and quickly moving to circling her fingers around her clit as her other hand slipped fingers into her hungry vagina and continued to rub her lips with palm and thumb.

The world seemed to melt away as she sweat, now not from heat, but from the effort and exhaustion she brought upon herself, her legs shaking and her breath staggering. Eventually, she fell off the chair and lay on the floor of the professor's office, her legs spread wide, staring at the ceiling fan. No matter how long she masturbated, no matter how sore she became, she couldn't get herself off. She turned her head to the clock and, after what she saw finally sank in gasped at the time. The professor's class had ended ten minutes ago. Before she had a chance to act, however, or even stop her hands from doing what they were doing. The door to the office opened.

She slowly looked up to see the Professor standing in the doorway, looking down at her.

After a moment she jumped up and ran behind the professors large stuffed leather desk chair, crouching behind it, panting, trying to hide her body, though it was no use, he had seen everything. Part of her was thinking what this meant for her academic career, the rest of her was totally engrossed total, unmitigated humiliation.

 

[Billy The Kid]

Stepping through the halls of the university, every step closer and closer to the door of his office. Walking with the distinctive swagger of a man with great expectations of what is to transpire over the next several days. Having slid a special powder into the drink of his teacher’s assistant Cynthia a few days previous, he knew that she probably had a nagging horniness that would drive her to ask for his help over the next few days. Maybe it would be through his knowledge of chemistry or more preferably his sexual prowess. The chemical he had spiked her drink with had taken him months to develop and a decent portion of his lab supplies. He had covered much of it up by having his students make portions of it and doing most of the math but he himself added the last touches and turning the solution into a solid and then a fine powder. Once it was in the form he wished it, he kept it in his desk and waited till the right time and when the moment to strike came a few days previous-Paul pounced hard and fast.

He had waited for a cold day and made a pot of coffee for both himself and Cynthia, as she entered he poured the powder in and handed her the mug, watching as she sipped it down as he dictated an email he wanted her to send to his students with regards to their midterm that was coming up soon. Thinking that he had made the drug just weak enough to make her horny for an extended period of time but was weak enough to keep her from going crazy out of desperation. What he did not know however lead to her addict like desperation; a student who figured that this would be tested on some sort of animal thought it would a genius idea to add a component to the section of the chemical he had to make that would not only quadruple the effects but require an outside catalyst to cure the aphrodisiac symptoms at what many would call a even greater cost.

As Paul’s mind thinks about the nefarious deed and his assistant grading papers and the such with her pussy dripping with her juices, slightly squirming as she hopes the professor will not notice her motion or the faint musk of her bodily fluid.

Reaching his office at the end of the hall, he thought he could smell something odd in his room, figuring he left a bag of Doritos or something open in there, he clasps the handle and opens it. What he saw next could not even happen in his wildest dreams; the prudish TA that he had come to detest and loathe was laying before him with her legs spread wide and both of her hands touching her vagina. Genuinely shocked at the sight, a bulge in his pants growing, all Paul could do was stare at her. Unable to speak as his eyes soak in her nudity and her juices soaking into his carpeted floor and the seat he had provided for her.

It was not until she had sprinted behind his seat that he could finally open his mouth and speak; first voicing his surprise he takes his time and collects himself. Feeling the bulge still growing in his pants, he says “Well this is interesting, from the looks of things you have two options Cynthia. Either I have you fired and ruin any chance you ever have of receiving a job that you can sustain yourself or a family with, or you can come here and use that cock craving mouth to pleasure me and then we can go to my house and discuss what shall be done with you.”