For Authentication Purposes by Amber L. Johnson Page B

the student was a male. Just seventeen years old when it all started.
    My mind struggled to understand what the student could have seen in a woman well over twice his age. I couldn’t imagine being with one of my teachers. Especially Gunther, with his halitosis and super-obvious toupee. Most of our teachers smelled like old coffee and popcorn. Maybe it was just night school that was that way.  
    I rushed into class to secure my spot at the lab table, just to be met with a piece of paper taped to it saying that seats would need to be used elsewhere. There was a water leak directly above it. Yellow plastic buckets surrounded all four legs, and I grumbled under my breath as I took the remaining table in the back corner for Warner and me.
    The table to the right was empty as well, and the lighting wasn’t as good as it was toward the front. One of the fluorescents was always buzzing and blinking, and I prepped myself to have a migraine by the time class was over.
    Class was ten minutes into session when Warner arrived. He looked harried and kept his head tucked into his chest as he made his way back to where I was sitting with our lab information. He shrugged off his jacket and nodded to me once in acknowledgment.
    “Hey,” I said, leaning back and taking him in. He looked different.
    He glanced up from his paper and then back down. “Hey.”
    It was weird, but I was kind of, I don’t know, worried about him. “Are you okay?”
    Warner just nodded and looked over the notes again.
    I leaned into his ear, hoping to make him smile. “So you were wrong about that ‘Brandy’ song.”
    “How so?” His eyes never lifted from the paper.
    “It’s from the seventies, not the sixties.”
    A slight smile twitched at the corner of his mouth. “Is that right?”
    “Yep.”
    His eyes slid over and met mine. “You were paying attention, I see. I didn’t think you’d care enough to figure it out.”
    I laughed a bit and shifted my stool closer to his. I felt like playing with him a little. “Oh, I’m a very fast learner. I’ve been paying attention.” It seemed fun enough, teasing with him in public like that. After all, the only thing we’d done outside of my apartment was the vibrator shopping.
    Gunther called our attention to the front of the room and announced a quick video that he wanted us to watch. We all put our pencils down to face the white board while he loaded it into the VCR attached to the television on a rolling cart.
    “You’d think this college would have enough money to buy at least one DVD player.” Warner’s voice was thick with irritation.
    The lights went down and the film started, but I couldn’t hear a damn thing. The buzzing in my ears from being next to Warner was intolerable. My entire body was trying to angle his way because it knew he brought the pleasure.
    I leaned on my elbow, scooting closer to his side with my stool. He glanced my way and then back at the movie.
    “Do you have any gum?” I whispered, letting my hair fall onto the tabletop.
    He nodded and matched the volume of my voice. “In my pocket.” I watched him make a movement like he was going to get it for me but I hit it out of the way with my own. His eyes went wide with surprise. “What are you doing?” he asked, moving his face closer to mine behind my curtain of hair.
    “Getting gum.” I watched his eyes focus on my lips as I slipped my hand into his pocket. Sure enough, there was gum in there—as well the silhouette of his dick resting against his thigh. I pulled the pack out along with the remainder of his pant pocket, leaving it there instead of putting it back.
    Warner swallowed once, and I slipped a piece of gum into my mouth before I leaned down and reached for my purse, keeping my face hovering just above his thighs.  
    “I’m being serious.” He leaned closer. “What the hell are you doing?”
    I didn’t answer. Instead I slid my hand over his zipper and up to the button on his jeans. He wasn’t