Her roommate had many talents.<br/><br/>Paige had seen Lena bring a few of their more unfortunate classmates to their knees with a look, or a touch. Teasing glances and sassy little quips here and there. For the lucky ones, she’d heard their guttural groans as the girl used that smart mouth in other ways on their more hidden traits.<br/><br/>So when her friend slid off the sofa and positioned herself in front of their Professor, Paige’s smile grew ten times brighter and the lust in her eyes deepened their color vividly. They’d never actively participated with each other before, but seemed to never make a misstep in their seduction together. Perhaps the open-door policy on their bedrooms and the late-night giggling sessions had been worth it?<br/><br/>The smile on her face, however, turned into a hot gasp that was quickly captured by Martin’s lips as he sank one of his hands into her hair and grasped the strands firmly, tilting her back enough so he could devour her lips. The Professor tasted of alcohol with a hint of mint, refined male with a touch of hot, leashed lust at the end. She sucked greedily on his tongue and with Lena now on the ground, Paige was able to twist her body around as Martin broke the kiss.<br/><br/>The movement dislodged Lena’s hand from between Paige’s thighs, but it was quickly forgotten as Martin pressed his forehead to Paige’s and began his monologue of sultry words. For weeks, Paige had wondered what he sounded like first thing in the morning. Or imagined just what it would be like to hear his words as they lounged in bed, instead of sitting at the desks,  hearing him drone on about this sculpture, or that piece of historic artwork. His voice was so mellow that the rough headiness and low-tone of need at the end, when he would say their names, had her shivering all over.<br/><br/>Not to mention the control he had over her movements. That hand hadn’t left her head and it was all Paige could do not to loudly beg him for more. She worked to try and nod at his question about where Lena’s lips should be, the movement tugging those strands on her scalp to a delicious burn. It made her gasp again and there was a somewhat hissed “Yes…” that managed to move past her lips. “Oh my god, fuck, Lena, you look so fucking hot…” She murmured out before Martin drew her hand across his lap to join her friends.<br/><br/>With a little bit of a hip wiggle, Paige shifted around some more and dislodged her other hand from where it had gripped the back of Martin’s neck. She moved so her front was now facing Martin’s side – dress down to her waist and all. The grip was still on her hair, his mouth at her earlobe, but with one leg tucked up under her ass and the other stretched out to encompass Lena, Paige steadied herself with one hand on his shoulder. The other, she used to join her friend in the escapade of disrobing their professor.<br/><br/>“I have no doubt that she’ll like it…” Paige said softly, her voice just above a whisper to be heard by both of her companions over the thumping of the club music below. Her hand tugged open the button closure, and she made sure to slowly let the back of her fingertips drag around the bulge she could feel there. Her gaze shifted down then, from the man they were seducing, to the woman kneeling between his feet.<br/><br/>“Just wait til she starts using her tongue…” Paige teased, as the Professor’s pants were tugged open and the material drawn down just enough so almost as one, the girls could each use a hand to draw out the length of his cock. Paige bit her lower lip against a moan at the sight of it. At the sight of their hands surrounding his girth. “Goddamn… here, baby…” She groaned out huskily to her friend. “Let me hold it while you wrap those pretty lips around the tip of his cock.” Her fingers stroked lightly before she gripped the base of his dick, her head leaning against Martin’s as she watched Lena in lustful fascination. “You are going to look so fucking sexy sucking this…”<br/>