After the first couple weeks, Adam's presence in GSS 328 "Feminist Political Philosophy from a Global Perspective" was no longer that conspicuous. He may've looked the part of a barrel-chested fratboy, but he took copious notes, his questions were thoughtful, and he engaged fruitfully with all of the other students in the course, all of whom were women. They no longer thought of him as a dumb jock, but rather an ally who took genuine interest in understanding the interplay between regional and transnational feminist activism and thinking.
Which is why none of them gave much thought to the fact that he would routinely stay back after the course ended, sitting in his chair and scribbling down notes even while the other students filed out of the classroom. They didn't pay much attention to the way the professor would peer over her horn-rimmed glasses, watching each student exit until only Adam remained. They never caught the sly smirk on her face when she nodded subtly to the door. They were busily chatting in the lobby of the Gender Studies Department building, or making their way onto the quad of the leafy campus.
If any of those students did try to return to the classroom, they would find the door locked, and think to themselves that the class was empty and unoccupied for the day.
None of them would discover the way the Professor's ass was balanced in Adam's lap, her back arched and pressed against his chest, her legs spread. They'd never discover how much she trembled in his grip, her ankles hooked on the armrests of the neighboring chairs, Adam's thick, callused paw wrapped around her mouth, allowing her to shriek in fiery bliss as Adam buried himself to the hilt inside of her depths. They'd never discover the things he whispered to her that seemed to erase any notion that he'd imbibed a single concept of egalitarianism and intersectional feminist ideology that he'd discussed just minutes earlier. They'd never discover that this woman, who each of the students revered and respected, provocatively purred when Adam teased her about how she should be having lunch with her wife instead of squirting herself silly on his cock.
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