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At the end of the fall semester, Katya thought the rest of senior year would essentially be a joke. She was done with all her basic courses and art history requirements. All she had left were two art courses that she had saved to take in the spring. It was all perfect until her advisor emailed her right before classes started and explained that she would need to take one more class to have enough credits to graduate on time. Katya was grateful that it could be literally any class, but it was already late in the game. Even the freshmen had already registered, so her options would be limited. UCLA was a massive school, so Katya clicked through the art course catalog with the hope that she could find literally anything that interested her. She couldn’t.
She moved along from the art classes and into the performing arts. She had been a gymnast when she was younger, maybe she could take a dance class. All full. She finally, finally saw one opening in an introductory theater class. She immediately registered before thinking twice about it and slammed her laptop shut. She laid down with her head at the wrong side of the bed and stretched her arms out, feeling her shoulders pop.
Katya sighed when she felt her phone start to buzz in her back pocket. She lifted her hips slightly so she could grab it without moving too much. “Hello?”
“Hey, Katya! We have blunts!” Pearl punctuated her statement by coughing.
“I can’t even tonight, girl. I gotta go to bed. The advising department wears me out,” Katya said. She shifted so she was laying on her stomach.
“Okay, honestly. What happened?”
“So he emailed me literally today when classes start tomorrow that I need to take one more elective to graduate on time. It’s fine I got into an intro to theater class so I’m assuming it won’t be a ton of work.” Katya sat up and put Pearl on speakerphone so she could change into her pajamas. “I can’t really be mad though, I could’ve looked at my credits too.”
“That sucks though. I hate that they don’t tell us anything until it’s almost too late. But I heard from Max that they hired some young new hottie as a theater professor. I don’t know if she teaches intro or not though.” Katya could hear Pearl blowing out smoke on the other end of he line.
“Oh, really? I guess I’ll see tomorrow. I gotta go Pearlie, I need to shower. I look like the female gremlin.” Katya chucked at her own joke and Pearl snorted.
“Night, Kat. Try not to fuck a professor on the first day,” Pearl laughed.
“How else do you think I maintain my GPA?” Katya added before hanging up.
*****
“A theater class at nine o’clock in the morning was a dumb idea,” Katya said, flopping down into an aisle seat next to a redheaded girl.
“It really was,” the voice coming from behind her made Katya jump. She whipped her head around to see a tall blonde woman with more makeup on than Katya thought possible for the early hour. Katya watched her walk down the aisle in horror as she made her way to the front of the classroom and placed her pink bag on the desk. “Hey everyone. I’m the new theater professor, Trixie Mattel. You can call me Professor Mattel if you want, but I’d prefer Trixie. I know,” she looked pointedly at Katya, “that nine AM is a horrible time for a theater class, but I do expect at least decent attendance from all of you.” She moved back around the desk to hand out the syllabus.
Katya watched her hips sway as she maneuvered around the room. “Pearl was right, she is hot,” she mumbled to herself, not realizing the classroom what totally silent.
Trixie turned around and smiled at her. “What?”
“Nothing,” Katya said. She felt the blush begin to creep up her chest. “I, um, my friend Pearl just told me that the theater department got a new professor and I was just, um, telling my friend here that she was right.” Nice save, idiot, Katya thought to herself.
“Really?” Trixie raised one eyebrow. “What's your friend’s name?”
This fucking bitch, Katya thought. She was already embarrassed enough and now she’s being called out in front of the entire class like this?
“I’m Jinkx Monsoon,” the redhead interrupted before she could even attempt to answer. She must have felt second hand embarrassment for Katya.
“And what’s your name, sweetheart?” Trixie had yet to take her eyes off of Katya.
The girl wouldn’t admit it but the condescension with which Trixie spoke made her clench her thighs together. She stared back, wide eyed, until she realized her full name would get Trixie. “Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova.”
The professor’s mouth fell open. “Yekat — what?”
“Yekaterina Petrovna Zamolodchikova.” Katya smirked up at the now dumbfounded woman.
“Okay.” Trixie turned to walk away.
She was almost back at the front of the room when she heard, “But you can call me Katya.”
“Okay, then. Katya, would you please come up to the front for our first activity?” Trixie looked up at her from her place in the front of the classroom. Katya begrudgingly hauled herself out of her seat and down the stairs leading to the front. “Thank you. Okay so, Miss Katya and I are going to play a game called ‘Yes…And.’ I know a lot of you may not know each other so it’s a fun way to let your guard down a little bit before we do introductions. It’s an improv game and pretty self explanatory. The first rule of improv is to always say ‘yes’ and then add on to what the person before you has said. Get it?”
The whole class nodded or hummed in agreement.
“Perfect. Katya, I’ll start it off and you follow my lead. We’ll do an easy one today, we’ll just make up a story. You ready?” She smiled at Katya, who nodded back. “Okay. Once upon a time, there was a teacher. Now you continue it.”
“Okay. Once upon a time there was a teacher and she was very pretty.” Katya turned her head toward Trixie and winked, so that only the professor could see it.
“But, she had a deep, dark secret,” Trixie continued.
“Yes, she had a deep, dark secret, which was that she was attracted to one of her students.” Katya smirked as the other students chuckled.
“Yes, she was.” She stopped talking and everyone looked at her expectantly. “See, that’s a perfect example. By not adding on to what Katya said, I effectively killed the game. Understand? Katya, you can sit back down now, thank you.”
“Anytime, Trixie.” Katya winked at her again.
*****
One week later, Katya made sure she was the last one out of the small amphitheater that they used as a classroom. “Hey, Trixie?”
“Yes?” Trixie didn’t look up from where she was placing books back into her bag.
“I just wanted to say that I really liked the lesson today. Who knew Bendela was so bitter?”
Trixie barked out a laugh, finally looking up from her hands. “Improv really does bring out some stuff.”
“Yeah,” Katya laughed.
“Is there something you need, Miss Zamolodchikova?” Trixie asked, pronouncing her last name perfectly.
Katya smiled to herself at the thought of Trixie at home, practicing the pronunciation of her name. “Wow, you learned how to say it.”
Trixie smiled back. “If there isn’t anything you need, I really have to get going.”
“Oh, okay. I’ll see you Wednesday, then!” Katya watched as her professor sauntered out of the room.
*****
For the next two weeks, Katya had stayed behind after every class to talk to Trixie about anything and everything. She could tell…or at least, she thought she could tell that Trixie was into her too. She thought the powers of her third eye were waning by the end of the second week, though, because Trixie wouldn’t really ever give her the time of day. She would entertain her random conversation for a few minutes until she would say she had to go.
It was the third week in February when Katya came up with her plan. She would begin to do poorly in Trixie’s class so that she could go to her office hours all the time. The midterm was coming up, so this would be the perfect time to do it.
The following Monday, she didn’t volunteer once. On Wednesday, she purposefully didn’t do the reading and couldn’t come up with an answer when Trixie asked a question about it. On Friday, she sat in her usual seat and sulked through the entire class, very clearly not paying attention.
The next week, they were each given several basic scenes over the course of the week to act out with a partner. Katya was paired with Jinkx, who was an excellent actress. Katya knew she wasn’t bad, but purposely just read all her lines in a monotone with very little movement.
After class on Friday, Trixie asked her to stay. “Are you alright?”
“Yes?”
“Katya, you’re not trying at all. I don’t want to have to lower your grade.” Trixie placed both her palms down on the table, causing her to lean forward a little bit.
“Really, Trixie, I’m okay. Thank you though.” Katya turned on her heel and walked out, leaving a very confused professor behind.
The following Monday, Trixie announced scene partners for the midterm and how it was to be graded. “I know much of acting is reacting, but you will be graded individually. If your partner chooses to just skate by and not try, that’s their fault not yours.” She looked at Katya, who shrugged. “You have an entire week to prepare, so I expect good things.”
*****
Katya was paired with a freshman named Sasha Belle. They exchanged numbers on Monday and Sasha had yet to text her back. It was Thursday now and she had memorized her lines, all four of them, but hadn’t been able to rehearse them with anyone. This wasn’t the way she had expected her plan to go, but she guessed it’d have to do.
She stood in front of Trixie’s open office door and knocked. “Can I come in?”
“Sure,” Trixie smiled up at her from her desk. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“Actually, there is.” Katya sat down in one of the chairs opposite Trixie. “I know I haven’t been myself in class the past couple weeks and I’m sorry about that. I’ve just been kind of going through something…it’s nothing major, it just has me fucked up.”
The blonde professor chuckled.
“Sorry,” the other blonde mumbled.
“No, no. I know the feeling. So, what can I help you with?” Trixie smiled softly.
“Well, I really wanna do well on this midterm and Sasha is like totally MIA. I’ve been texting her since Monday and haven’t gotten anything in response. I have my lines memorized but no one to rehearse it with because all my friends are in the middle of their senior projects and stuff.”
“And you’re not?”
“No, I did mine in the fall,” Katya smiled triumphantly.
“Oh, congratulations. So you need someone to rehearse with you?” Trixie asked, standing and walking to her bookshelf.
“Yeah, and if you wouldn’t mind, that’d be great.”
“Not at all.” Trixie ran her index finger along her books. “Kiss me Kate?”
“What?” Katya stared at her wide-eyed.
“That’s the scene you’re doing, right?” Trixie chuckled.
“Oh. Yeah.”
“Think you can show off everything you’ve learned in eight lines?” That condescension that Katya loved was back.
“It’s a kissing scene, I don’t need any lines at all to show my ability,” Katya laughed.
“Oh my god. Totally not an appropriate thing to say to your professor,” Trixie said. Her laugh betrayed her words, though. “Here it is. Okay, you’re memorized?” She asked, pulling out The Taming of the Shrew.
“Yeah.”
“Okay, let’s do it.” Trixie flipped through the book to act five, scene one. “Whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay.” Katya stood and moved into the open space. She squared her shoulders and began. “Husband, let’s follow —“
“Hold on, how is this blocked?”
“Well, I don’t…because I haven’t heard from Sasha I didn’t know what to do and..” Katya stammered.
“Okay, that’s alright. You can do it now.”
“So in my head, I think I have us sitting next to each other on like a bench or something?” The art student very clearly had no idea what she was doing.
“So let’s try that then.” Trixie turned two chairs around and put them right next to each other. Both women sat down, thighs touching.
“Husband let—“ Katya began her line again.
“Wait, wait. That can’t be the only blocking?” Trixie chuckled a little.
“I thought we would just do what feels natural?” Katya didn’t realize the innuendo behind her words until Trixie snorted. “Sorry, I just meant..”
“No, I get it. I just…think you might have to give Sasha very explicit instructions.”
Katya yelped. “Was she the one who didn’t understand that very simple assignment? All we had to do was pick our favorite monologues from a play!”
“She was!” Trixie cackled. “But don’t tell her I said anything.”
“No, of course not. Okay, so we’re sitting and like maybe you should lean in when you tell me to kiss you and I’ll lean back?” Katya grabbed her backpack and fished out her own copy of the play to mark down her blocking.
“Okay, what else?”
“Maybe when you say ‘Why, then,’ you stand up? And maybe take a step or two forward? Then I’ll grab you on my line and kiss you?”
“Oh, um, yeah, okay.” Trixie’s cheeks were pink. She honestly didn’t assume Katya would follow through on the kiss, but now it seemed like she might.
“Then we’ll sit back down? Yeah. I think that’s good.” Katya proudly beamed over at Trixie.
“Yeah, good. Alright let’s try it.”
Katya inhaled and sat up straight. “Husband, let’s follow to see the end of this ado.”
“First,” Trixie leaned in just slightly, “kiss me, Kate, and we will.” She leaned in further and Katya leaned back. Trixie sort of wished she hadn’t.
“What, in the midst of the street?”
“What, art though ashamed of me?” Trixie leaned back up so she was sitting straight.
“No, sir, God forbid, but ashamed to kiss.” Katya looked down, and while it was fitting for the scene, the blush on her cheeks had nothing to do with it.
“Why, then,” Trixie stood, “let’s home again.” She took two steps forward.
Katya shot up and grabbed her arm. “Nay, I will give the a kiss.” She pulled Trixie forward and kissed her, close mouthed, for just a moment. “Now pray thee, love, stay.” She still had a hold of Trixie’s arm, so when she sat, the professor followed.
“Is not this well? Come, my sweet Kate. Better once than never, for never too late.” Trixie closed her book with a slight thud. “I think you’re gonna be fine for the midterm.” She smiled at Katya, who was still pink.
“Are you sure? Can we run it again?” She looked up at Trixie through her lashes.
“Of course,” Trixie smiled. “Whenever you’re ready.”
As her professor opened the book and flipped back to the scene, a thought occurred to Katya. What if she didn’t lean back when Trixie leaned in? “Husband, let’s follow to see the end of this ado.”
“First kiss me, Kate, and we will.” Trixie leaned all the way forward and was surprised and relieved at the same time. Katya hadn’t moved back. Their mouths kind of smacked into each other but they quickly adjusted. Trixie licked Katya’s lower lip and the art student happily obliged, opening her mouth. Her neck was at an odd angle because of Trixie’s height, so she easily swung one leg over Trixie’s lap and straddled her professor.
“I’ve been waiting so long to do this,” Katya whispered when they broke for air.
Trixie didn’t respond, she just slid her hands from Katya’s waist to her ass and attached her lips to her student’s neck.
“Fuck,” Katya ground her hips against Trixie, who tightened her grip. Katya put her hands on either side of Trixie’s face and pulled her up to kiss her proper.
“Katya,” Trixie got out in between kisses. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Through panting breaths, Katya whispered into Trixie’s ear, “Tell me to stop and I’ll stop and we’ll pretend this never happened.” She bit on the other’s earlobe and began a trail of kisses down her neck and back up again.
Trixie ran her hands under Katya’s flannel, against the bare skin of her stomach and back. “Take this off.”
Katya didn’t have to be told twice and within seconds, it was being thrown across the room. Trixie put her hands on the underside of Katya’s thighs and stood. Katya instinctively wrapped her legs tighter around Trixie’s waist, eliciting a groan from the professor. Trixie tried to make her way to the desk without detaching her lips from Katya’s, but ended up slamming her into the wall on accident.
Katya moaned openly at being pressed against the wall. “Trixie,” she mumbled. Trixie dropped one of the shorter girl’s legs, but kept the other wrapped around her. “Trixie,” Katya said again, more forcefully this time.
“What?” Trixie asked, as she unbuttoned Katya’s shorts.
“Fuck, I—“ Katya’s words were cut off by Trixie sliding her hand down Katya’s pants.
“What?” Trixie asked again, condescendingly. She continued her tirade of kisses down Katya’s neck and chest, but kept her hand still. “What, baby?”
“Please,” Katya whined.
“Please what?” Trixie enjoyed seeing Katya like this, the usually self-assured girl was now all breathy and pink and pliant under her touch. She scraped her teeth along an already forming bruise.
“Inside, please.”
Trixie finally relented, immediately putting two fingers inside of Katya. “Like that?” Again, the condescension made Katya whine. She kept her fingers inside of Katya as she dropped the girl’s leg.
Katya let her head fall back against the wall. “Harder, please, Trixie.”
Trixie added a third finger, causing the girl beneath her to cry out in both pain and pleasure as she pumped her fingers faster.
“Trixie, I’m gonna —“ Katya cried out again and Trixie put two of her own fingers in Katya’s mouth to keep her quiet.
“Shhh, baby. People are back from lunch now.”
The combination of it all was too much for Katya. Trixie’s fingers filling her up was causing her thighs to shake and her whole body to tense. The professor continued to fuck her through her orgasm until Katya pushed her hand away. “Jesus, I need to sit for a second.” Katya went and sat on one of the chairs in front of Trixie’s desk.
Trixie moved to stand in front of her and lean back against the desk, half sitting on it. “That good, huh?” She laughed. Katya just reached out and hiked Trixie’s skirt up. She raised an eyebrow at Trixie’s lack of underwear. “Laundry day,” the professor blushed.
Katya put her hands on the other’s hips and pushed her back so she was sitting on the desk and nudged her legs apart. The darker blonde stood between her legs, leaned down to kiss her, and started to unbutton Trixie’s shirt. It slid easily off of her shoulders and Katya immediately unhooked her bra, pulling that off as well. Before she could stop herself, both her hands were on Trixie’s breasts, just kind of feeling their weight. “Holy shit,” Katya said, staring slack-jawed at her.
“What?” Trixie asked, suddenly self conscious under Katya’s gaze.
“Nothing, just…fuck.” Katya leaned down and sucked one of Trixie’s mocha colored nipples into her mouth. She dragged her teeth along its surface, which caused Trixie to instinctively grab Katya’s hair. “It’s okay, you can pull it,” Katya said when she felt Trixie start to tug and then stop.
Not having to be told a second time, Trixie pulled Katya by the hair so that they were properly kissing again. “Fuck, you’re hot,” Trixie breathed.The art student smiled against Trixie’s lips and then moved away, only to get on her knees in front of the other blonde. Katya could tell that Trixie was already close, just from how wet she was and decided that today, she wouldn’t tease her. After a fleeting kiss to Trixie’s inner thigh, Katya’s tongue was pressed against her clit.
Trixie threaded her fingers through Katya’s hair again and pulled. “More.”
Katya immediately had two fingers inside of Trixie while she lapped at her clit with her tongue. The building pressure in her stomach caused Trixie to throw her head back and moan outright. When Katya nipped at her clit, so very slightly, with her teeth, Trixie had to take her hand out of Katya’s hair to brace herself against the desk, but knocked over a pile of books in the process.
“Fuck, Katya, hurry. I know some-someone is gonna knock on my door because of the noise.”
Katya sped up both her tongue and fingers. As much as she genuinely liked Trixie, she wasn’t about to get kicked out during her senior spring for her.
She removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue, fucking in and out of Trixie with it. While she did that, she repeated Trixie’s earlier action of sticking two fingers in her mouth to shut her up. Trixie could taste herself on them, and like it was for Katya, it was all too much. She came with a loud cry and her hips rutted against the desk.
Much to both of their relief, it was thirty seconds later that someone was knocking on the door. She motioned for Katya to stand behind it so she couldn’t be see when Trixie opened it. “Oh, hi Kim.”
“Trixie, are you okay? I heard like a lot of noise.” Kim knitted her eyebrows together, concerned as she looked at Trixie who looked, for lack of a better term, fucked out.
“Yeah, I just was cleaning and knocked over some books, that’s all.” She was still breathing heavily.
“Uh-huh.” Kim clearly didn’t believe her. “Okay, maybe next time don’t clean in the office,” Kim smiled to show she was just messing with Trixie and walked away.
Trixie closed the door gently behind her. “Holy shit.”
“She’s probably right, though. We shouldn’t clean in your office.” Katya winked at she moved toward the door.
“Wait.” Trixie quickly pressed the shorter girl up against the door and kissed her hard. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”