Tegan froze as she felt the ridge reform, the nub shifting backwards to press against her rear entrance. She froze a moment, in shock, before forcing herself to relax back against it, gasping slowly as the pressure increased.<em>Okay,</em>She replied, still too shocked to make a decision over the new pressure. It wasn't unpleasant by any stretch of the imagination. It could be nice, eve, but it was unfamiliar.  The rest of the class crawled by as the professor reiterated the text book. She and Sarah passed the odd note between them, Sarah trying to learn where she had found the amazing pendant. Tegan had tucked it back under her shirt, nestled hi between her breasts.<br/><br/>Oh, the noises, the responses he had made had been wonderful, each groan, that heart shattering moan stoking the embers that burned inside. She hated that they were in public. She hated that it was an hour's bus ride home, and she wanted him that very moment. Her mind was open to him, and she had no doubt how much she wanted him. Her mind idly trailed to the 'private' places on campus. The Library tower, that lecture hall that was never used, even the alcoves in the corridor, or the tiny postage stamp of trees.<br/><br/>Sarah finally gave up on conversation, and the professor gave up on the fidgety students around the same time. As much as she wanted to grab her stuff and run, the nubbin against her prevented it. Slowly she bent, gasping again as it rode her down, grabbing her bag, and straightening, putting her notebook in her bag, and only then, carefully standing. She said goodbye to her perplexed friend, and strode away slowly, every step  calculated and precise, growing used to how her movements would move it against her.<br/><br/><em>Roe?</em>She asked silently, wanting to know what he had thought about her wandering mind, why he had changed the thong, she knew the superficial reason,but wondered if there was another. She did like the sensation, but it caught her off-guard. She was not used to it, and wanted his reassurance.