Lena watched with a naughty little smile when Martin’s hand rose to Paige’s back to part the fabric of her dress. The fabric slid away from her tantalizing curves, and Lena’s eyes couldn’t help but wander down to admire the full shape of her friend’s breasts and the pink little points of her nipples.<br/><br/>“There we go..” she murmured softly, mostly intended for Paige’s ears to imply they were making progress with him. It was funny - a sure sign of the compatibility of the two girls - that they’d so quickly come to a silent agreement to seduce their professor. They’d done it plenty of times before with other men, but it was rare for them to go for the same one. And this time the stakes were just so much higher.<br/><br/>The kiss deepened when Lena felt Martin’s strong hand under her chin. Their tongues were fighting against one another, their hot breaths mingling into one as the two girls started to really go at one another. When Paige turned away to suck on Martin’s fingers, Lena slipped her two fingers past Paige’s panties and inside her warm entrance. Her eyes drifted between Paige and Martin, wondering when their professor would notice what she was up to below Paige’s skirt. If she teased Paige well enough, it wouldn’t be long.<br/><br/>Her fingers still halfway-inside Paige’s wet pussy, Lena slid down to her knees in front of the two, giving her more access to the both of them. One hand slid up Martin’s calf, daring to venture up to his outer thigh, which the other continued to gently finger Paige. She could feel warmth and wetness building as her fingers curled against the tight walls. She wasn’t trying to get her off; not yet, it was far too soon. Just drive her a little wild and make her pant. No man could resist that. Neither that, nor the fact that her own bare breasts were now pressed up right against Martin’s knees.<br/><br/>She looked up at Martin, eyelashes fluttering innocently. As if she wasn’t doing a single thing wrong. Reminding him that she was that same girl that sat in his classroom, always just a little quieter than she should be. Proving that inside that girl was a fiery little spirit who wasn’t afraid to let loose or try new things; a girl that, in fact, could teach him a thing or two.