Morbid

Bokuboy

Arnold left his friends tucked in their beds and went back to his own dorm room. He quickly saved the video and pictures, under different names and in various spots on his computer in hidden and password protected directories, then he wiped the cell phone's data, pulled it apart and removed the sim card, the battery, and the backup. He would have to wait until the next day to dispose of it properly by crushing it and then dropping it in the street near the frat house.

The next day, he was up early and left the room to head to class. He took a quick detour to the Health and Wellness building and their weight machines. He knew exactly how to crush the phone in one of them, thanks to his physics knowledge and the use of excessive weight and a lever. He 'dropped' the phone, in case anyone could see him setting up the machine, then 'accidentally' let the machine go to catch the phone.

“Oh, no. It's crushed.” Arnold said, in case the gym had the same parabolic microphones that his neighbour had trained on the front yard to listen to conversations. He picked up the smashed and clearly in pieces cell phone, left the building, and made a circuitous route near the frat house and cleaned off his fingerprints from the cell phone. He dropped it into the gutter at the side of the street and left the area before he was seen.

Arnold arrived in the Civilization classroom with plenty of time to spare and Sarah came in soon after him. She greeted him with just a hello and sat down next to him at the two person table. She hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and she was exhausted. She apologized for that when she saw his face and gave him a hug.

“Wayne had me up half the night talking about his new professor and his crazy physics ideas.” Sarah lamented and rubbed her face. “Good lord, I just... I need a good back rub and... maybe a nice relaxing bath.”

Arnold slid his chair back from the table and turned hers away.

“Arnold, what... ohhhh.” Sarah moaned as his hands dug into her back muscles. She closed her eyes and held her mouth closed to stop from moaning more. He worked on her for several minutes as the class filled up with people, then the teacher came in and Arnold gave her shoulders a light squeeze.

“Class is starting.” Arnold whispered softly into her ear.

“Hmm?” Sarah opened her eyes and turned to look at him. “Class?”

“Geometric Progression of Civilization.” Arnold whispered.

“Huh?” Sarah blinked her eyes and looked around to see that the class was full and the teacher was setting up a projector. “Oh. I guess...” She looked back at Arnold. “...this wasn't a dream.” She looked into his eyes and he looked back. “Thank you for the back rub.”

Arnold leaned in and gave her a brief and tender kiss, then he turned her chair back to face the table. Sarah stared at him for the entire time that the professor took roll call and she couldn't believe it. When her name was called, Arnold took her hand and she caught her breath. He raised it up for her and a few people around them laughed.

Sarah blushed and the class continued. She got to work copying down the information the teacher gave her and she would occasionally glance at Arnold to see if he was trying to put the moves on her or if he was just being friendly. She didn't dare ask, because no matter what he said, she knew she would have to be disappointed with the answer.

If he was making a pass at her, then he didn't respect her relationship with her boyfriend. If he was only being friendly, she would be insulted that he wasn't using the great opportunity to make a pass at her. Sarah's mind warred with the conflicting emotions, because no matter the outcome, it was bad. So, she did the only thing she could logically do. She ignored the kiss and tried to forget the wonderful feeling of his lips on hers after he had massaged her back.

The class ended and Sarah said she would see him later. She went to her next class and managed to put it out of her mind. Her back felt great, though. Her muscles had been tense for a while and this was the first time she felt relaxed, and it was because of Arnold. She went through her class and marked where she had to read in her notes, then she gathered her things and went to her next class. She had always been interested in the Latin language, since it was the basis for so many other languages, and it was just a little romantic to learn about it and to eventually be able to read it.

Sarah entered the classroom with a smile on her face and then she gasped when she saw the handsome familiar face sitting at the desk in front. “A-Arnold? What are you doing here?” She asked. Despite her urge not to, she walked right over to him and sat down beside him.

“Taking Latin.” Arnold said.

Sarah's thoughts about the romance of it still filled her mind. “Why?”

Arnold already had his book out and was copying things down from it. “Most of the scientific names for biological creatures are written in Latin or a derivative mixed with English called Pig-Latin.”

“Very good, Mr. Strickland.” The woman at the front of the class said. She was wearing all beige. Her pants, her undershirt, and her vest were all shades of beige. Even the frames of her glasses were beige. “I'm glad you can recognize the bastardization of Latin to make it easier to learn by those that don't want to put in the work to learn the real language.”

“Is that how it happened?” One of the other students asked.

“That is a very good question, Mr. Sabastian.” The teacher said.

“How did you know my name?” He asked, surprised.

The teacher just smiled and didn't say anything.

“She memorized the roll call and cross-referenced it with the registrar's office.” Arnold said without looking up from his notes. “They have our IDs on file and she matched our faces to our names.”

“Very good, Mr. Strickland.” The teacher said. “I assume you are taking the investigation course?”

“No. Masters in Biology.” Arnold said and the class seemed to grow quiet. He finished writing and looked up at the teacher to see her surprised face. “I want to read and write Latin to understand why it's used for scientific names and then use it myself. I want to know why things are named that way.”

The teacher came around her desk and went over to him. “Then I think you and I are going to get along very well this term.”

“What about next term?” Arnold asked, since that was the next section.

The teacher smiled. “If you do well on my first test, then you and I will be seeing a lot of each other.”

“When is the first test?” Arnold asked.

“In ten minutes.” The teacher said and the rest of the class groaned, Sarah included. “I would tell you all to relax and that this is just a basic knowledge test to gauge your Latin background; but, I'm not going to lie so blatantly.” She chuckled as they all groaned again, except Arnold. “I'll give a quick overview and then hand out the work sheets.”

She did just that, with the course materials and knowledge she would share, then what her expectations of the students would be. After that, she handed out the test sheets and warned them that cheating wouldn't help them, because it was based on their own previous knowledge. If they falsified it now, it would only compound their mistakes later.

Sarah read through it and she had a vague understanding of a lot of it, which brought her happy mood back. All of her previous fascination with the language was going to help her immensely. She filled out the test sheet as best as she could, then she flipped it over to show that she was done. She even had ten minutes left of the class. She sat back and relaxed, her back easing on the hard chair as if it was a soft cushion, thanks to Arnold's magnificent hands.

Stop that. Sarah berated herself. Keep your mind on the prize! Her head turned and her eyes went right to Arnold's crotch. She jerked her head up and looked at the teacher that sat on the edge of the desk at the front of the room. She had a smile on her face and Sarah blushed.

“Time's up. Pencils down.” The teacher said. She hopped off the desk and strode around the room as she collected the papers. Her beige pants looked very loose from the front, probably because the seam was so much lower than it was on normal pants. The backside, however... was deceptively tight. She swayed her hips a little as she went back to her desk with the papers, then she quickly turned around to see how many sets of eyes had been staring at her ass.

It was a test she always performed to see what students were going to study harder, just to stay in her class. She wasn't surprised to see that every guy and several girls had been looking down at her, except for one. Arnold stared at her face and her eyes locked onto his.

“What class do you have next?” The teacher asked.

“I have an off class.” Arnold said.

“Would you like to stay for a few minutes? I'll mark your test first.”

“Okay.” Arnold said. “It's the seventeenth one down in the stack.”

The teacher squinted her eyes for a second, then she turned around and walked behind her desk. She made it a point to show everyone that cockiness wasn't welcome in her class. She put the first paper down and counted out loud.

“One.” The teacher said and kept going. “Two. Three...” When she reached sixteen, she smiled at Arnold and picked up the next paper, then she gasped. “What... how...”

A guy near the teacher's desk stood up and looked. “It's his paper!”

“No way!” A girl exclaimed.

“He wasn't even looking at her as she gathered them up.” A guy said. “At least, I don't think he was.”

He wasn't. Sarah thought. She had watched him and his eyes the entire time and he hadn't looked at the teacher, or her ass, once. How did he do it?

What they didn't know was that it was just a simple numbers game. Arnold had beaten hundreds of puzzles in virtual reality games as practice that were much harder than counting the different combinations the teacher could use to gather up the papers. The trick was knowing where she started and then when she picked up his paper.

With those two bits of information, Arnold quickly counted in his head how many students were between there and his desk, with the caveat that the teacher was keeping her ass facing the class for as long as possible.

The buzzer rang and everyone but Arnold stood up. They all gave him contemplative looks as they passed him, even Sarah. When he and the teacher were alone, she spoke.

“Do you always show off for the class?” She asked and waved his paper at him.

“I wasn't showing off.” Arnold said.

“No? What would you consider showing off?” The teacher asked before she could stop herself.

Arnold stood up and walked over to her. “You're wearing a g-string right now; but, your normal panties are usually too tight and have left creases in your skin. When you walk, it looks like you're still wearing them.”

The teacher's mouth dropped open in shock.

“I suggest compression bicycle shorts that will keep your ass in a single shape for a while.” Arnold said.

She just stared at him and didn't say anything as she thought about him taking a masters in biology.

“Mark my paper.” Arnold reminded her and she nodded as she sat down at her desk.

“I was sure that you didn't stare at my ass when I was walking around.” She said as she started marking his answers.

“I stared at it when you were giving the outline.” Arnold said. “You look very pretty.”

The teacher caught her breath and looked up at him. “You do realize saying something like that is inappropriate, don't you?”

“Yes.” Arnold said and gave her an angelic smile.

She shivered a little, then she chuckled and looked down at the paper again. “You've got balls.”

“One of my best friends said that even though she doesn't normally like doing it, when she sucks on them, they taste great.” Arnold said.

The teacher's pencil scratched across the paper when she jerked. “Wh-what did you say?”

Arnold repeated it and the teacher blinked her eyes for several moments. She shook her head and finished marking the paper, calculated the total, then looked up at him.

“Eighty-five percent.” She said, completely surprised. “How did you do that?”

“I read the book.” Arnold said and went back to his desk, gathered his things, then left the class with his backpack.

The teacher stared at him as he walked away. He learned that much from just reading the book?

*

Janet and Pam met Arnold for lunch in the cafeteria. They shared food and stories about their classes, Pam laughed at the Latin teacher's behavior, then she and Janet speculated about what she was going to do, now that she knew Arnold had actually saw her ass in those tight pants without her realizing it.

“I doubt she'll make a play for you.” Pam said to Arnold, sure of her conclusion. “She already knows you're smart enough to study when she wants and she doesn't have to resort to flaunting her body at you, like she does to the other students.”

“I think so, too.” Janet said. “It's a pretty sneaky tactic and it's probably a lot more effective than just telling them Latin is useful to know.”

Pam chuckled. “Do you remember that professor we had during our first year? Mr. Fancy Pants?”

Janet laughed. “Oh, god!”

“The guy flirted like there was no tomorrow to keep his students interested in his subject.” Pam said.

“He lasted half the term.” Janet said. “One of his more eager students accepted his blatant advances and... ah...”

“Let's just say that he didn't expect his flirting to become an obsession.” Pam smiled. “That poor guy.”

“He didn't think so!” Janet said with another laugh. “Just a minute. I think I still have the picture.”

Arnold waited as Janet searched through her cell phone and then she barked a laugh.

“Get a look at this!” Janet said and handed him her phone.

Arnold looked at the picture and it was the inside of a janitor's closet. The teacher's arms were tied to opposite ends of a broom and he was naked. He also had a ball gag in his mouth and another man sat on top of him. The man on top wore make-up and the lipstick was smeared. The smears were on the teachers nipples, face, and his abdomen, with streaks on the edge of his penis. Surprisingly, the man on top's penis also had lipstick on it, as did his nipples.

“Caught in the act and spread all over the school in an instant.” Pam laughed as she cuddled into Arnold and looked at the picture. “We all wondered how he could flirt so much with the girls in his classes and not be reprimanded for it. Apparently, the other staff knew it was because he never intended for it to go anywhere. With the girls, anyway!”

Janet laughed again and took the phone back. “Once his secret was out, the girls dropped his class in droves because they felt cheated. The college had to reject them doing that and fired the professor instead.”

“The moral of this lesson? Be upfront with your intentions.” Pam said and kissed Arnold's cheek. “Just like you, the kissing bandit.” She said and he turned his head towards her. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. “We have to say goodbye for a bit and go to our afternoon classes.”

“Goodbye for a bit.” Arnold said and gave her a three second kiss.

“Now I don't want to go.” Pam said with a grin.

“Oh, geez.” Janet said and tapped Arnold's cheek. “Goodbye, Arnold.”

Arnold turned to look and she gave him a kiss, too. Janet pried Pam's arms off of him and then dragged her giggling friend away from the cafeteria. Arnold left the cafeteria himself and went to his first class in the afternoon, Quantum Mechanics with the physics professor. Sarah's boyfriend Wayne was in the same class and it was just a general outline for what was to come, unlike the physics class. Arnold did get the different speech about visible quantum phenomenon, though.

Arnold had the next class off, then he had English with Tanya's boyfriend Richard and was done for the day. There was only one day left. Friday. Biology lab day.