<div class="floatleft">(http://i183.photobucket.com/albums/x111/Lammy519/Models/Girl2/51.jpg)</div>Raeburn Dawn (or Rae as she prefers to be called. Thanks, all girls' school) was drawing circles on the pad of paper in front of her. She was doing it with a pencil when the Creative Writing class first started, but the tip had broken off, leaving her to keep on going with a black pen. The young woman glanced up at the chalkboard to be sure that she wasn't missing anything important before going back to her circles upon circles.<br/><br/>She was brought back to reality when there was a chorus of laughter in the room. Rae's first instinct was to look around and be sure that it wasn't at her expense for dozing off again. When it was clear that it was just the prof. cracking off another one of his shy / awkward jokes, she settled down. Circles upon circles will have to wait, she thought, not wanting to have that laughter turn on her for not paying attention. That lasted about a minute.<br/><br/>Rae looked out the window, hoping to see a P.E. class outside playing soccer or something. Not that she really wanted to see other girls running around and not being boring, but it was certainly something. Something else to look at was Lauren, seated on Rae's left. Lauren was Rae's little secret. The two of them were roommates always and lovers when they were tucked away in their little square box. The brunette wasn't entirely sure how they've been able to keep it all under wraps for so long, but she was pleased that they had done so. Rae wouldn't be embarrassed to be connected to Lauren, but their relationship really didn't need to be out in the open for the other girls or teachers to know.<br/><br/>She caught herself staring at Lauren as she thought on what they were. There was no telling of the blonde had caught her, but Rae still attempted to brush it off with a gentle, albeit abrupt, rub just above the other girl's knee. Knowing that would snap Lauren's attention onto her, Rae shot her girlfriend a smile before turning herself completely toward the chalkboard and Professor Simon. Rae harboured a lot of suspicion of Professor Simon lately. Another one of her secrets, aside from Lauren, was Rae's fascination with erotic stories. Porn movies and pictures didn't do a lot for the young girl, but reading this particular author's writing made her gush. Naturally, these stories are written anonymously, about fantasies that are beyond anyone's wildest dreams.<br/><br/>Rae's suspicion was that it was Professor Simon's fantasy to be with the many girls that are around him but he can not touch.<br/><br/>This wasn't something just made up out of the blue. Rae had put a lot of time (reading erotica) and thought (fantasizing) into this. She was almost sure that the stories were written by her Creative Writing teacher. It made perfect sense. The details written up about the school uniform, the classrooms, the girl in the second row, it was all too perfect. Rae took a moment and thought about what she thought he had written about her. The only thing that came to mind was how upset she was when her name was replaced by something so pedestrian like Sarah. Fuck Sarah.<br/><br/>Reminding herself of the stories, Rae again turned to Lauren. They sat at the back of the classroom, so the gesture wasn't such an obvious one to either the other girls or Professor Simon. She leaned into the blonde girl, her lips inching ever closer to Lauren's ear. Rae nibbled softly on Lauren's earlobe before whispering that she had a few questions to ask the teacher after class and to not wait for her. She did so at such a painstakingly slow pace, the fingers of her right hand stepping along Lauren's thigh and up into her skirt as she spoke. Rae couldn't help but smile to herself as she left her hand rested high on her girlfriend's leg, so close yet so far from her sex.<br/><br/>"Maybe... you can get yourself warmed up for me, hmm?" Rae suggested, her breath making a trail from Lauren's ear to her neck. She planted a few silent kisses on the skin before pulling back into her seat; a slender finger took a swipe at Lauren's slit as she did. With a smug little smile, Rae watched the clock above the door, hardly able to wait for the bell to ring.