His mind flashed back to a Student-Staff Liaison Committee meeting held during the mid-term break. It was an item lower on the agenda. A Malaysian Muslim girl had asked for a private space in the engineering building to conduct daily prayers. Most Muslims on campus used the multifaith prayer rooms in the Union building, but that was a good twenty minute trek away on the south campus. No decision had been reached then and there, but the Head of Department had said that they would have a think about it, and the student representative had stressed that it didn’t need to be a nice space or anything, just a few square meters away from anyone else.
That was the only explanation. He even remembered her name — Sajjal — a first year student.
There were two rolled up mats next to her in the corner of the room. She ignored the nicer of the two and instead rolled out a simple black one — a gym mat.
He wondered how long this would take. There was a part of him that wondered if she would be quick enough that they could still continue their liaison after she’d left. After all, he didn’t have gorgeous women offering to blow him every day. Then he marvelled at the sacrilegiousness of what they were doing here right in front of holy prayers.
It wasn’t fair – they’d been here first.
At the very least he should attempt to be clothed, but he didn’t want to even risk pulling his boxers up lest the noise attract her attention. His erection would be visible regardless. Dayita was down a bra and a blouse. There was no hope of either of them respectably clothed enough to be able to bluff their way out of the room. The best thing was to remain motionless and hope for the best. Dayita on her knees seemed to agree. He wondered what she could see – probably very little.
Sajjal reached into her handbag and fetched something — a cigarette. She lit it and leaned back against the window sill. She wasn’t looking in his direction exactly, but with the slightest turn of her head she could be.
The smoking break did offer his erection the opportunity to die down. As the seconds ticked by, it chose not to do so. Dayita’s head with her long luscious hair and beneath it her lovely large breasts made sure of that.
Suddenly the door opened again and yet another person came in. The figure was larger. A man, but Colm couldn’t get a good look.
“Hey,” said the figure.
“Hey,” said Sajjal. She offered the cigarette up to the guy and he took it. He took a couple of puffs and then stubbed it out on a shelf. All that Colm could make out of him was that he was black and tall. Probably very tall.
A moment later, Sajjal reached up and took her headscarf off. She unclipped her hair and shook it allowing it to fall down across her shoulders.
Then she reached down and pulled off her T-shirt. She was a small built girl, her bra held not much in the way of breasts, but her body still had a pleasing curve to it. Colm felt he should avert his eyes but at the same time, he still needed to watch carefully for any indication that they had seen him.
“How you doing?” said a cocky voice. Colm thought he recognized it.
A moment later and the guy’s shirt came off as well. As he ducked down to hang it off the radiator, Colm caught a glimpse of his face. That confirmed it. One of his students — Mpenda. He was a second year from Kenya – bright lad and hard-working. Colm added ‘good with the ladies’ to his mental notes.
The couple lent in and kissed each other. With the couple diverted, Colm took the opportunity to pull up his boxers very, very slowly. The kiss didn’t last long enough for his trousers as well. Dayita shifted her body a few inches to the left, presumably to get a better view.
When the couple parted lips, Colm watched Sajjal kneel down. opened the button on Mpenda’s jeans and let his trousers fall to the floor, followed by his Y-fronts — just as Dayita had done for him minutes ago. Sajjal reached out and took Mpenda’s dick in her hand and gently raised it to her mouth. She was in less of a hurry and started with all the teasing Dayita had missed.
“Oh man, that’s good,” said Mpenda.
“You know it, baby,” said Sajjal with a swaggering confidence. That was the last thing she was able to say for a minute. Colm watched as the students started to get down to business.
Colm’s penis now just as hard as it had been when Dayita had been actively at work on it. He looked down and Dayita had her hand, not quite in her panties, but pressing up against her skirt. He tapped her on her shoulder and she looked up and gave the most minimalistic shrug.
“That’s a good girl,” said Mpenda. He changed his position slightly. This gave Colm a view of his buttocks rather than the Sajjal’s ministrations, but on the positive side it screened him far more than before. It was a great opportunity to pull his trousers up, though his erection still pocked through. He grabbed Dayita’s bra and stuffed it in his pockets then offered her a hand up.
She took it, but as she rose, she reached out to support herself with her other hand on the top of a cardboard box. The box, which had strained against its overgenerous contents for many years, finally and gratefully took the opportunity to come apart completely, a large tear appearing along one vertical edge. No sooner has this formed than the contents, mostly old grey green LCD displays started to clatter on the floor. A moment later, as its weight shifted, the whole thing came down.
Not only had the noise attracted the attention of the student couple, but the falling box had removed a lot of their cover. It was possible that his own face was still hidden, but from her kneeling position Sajjal would able to see his bulging pants. Both Mpenda and Dayita had reacted quickly. He’d stepped to the side as he turned around and she’s jumped straight out the line of sight. Who’d moved first and whether Sajjal had gotten a glimpse of the topless tutor was impossible to say.
“Who’s there?” said Sajjal nervously.
Colm had no option but to step out from the not-dark-enough shadows.
Mpenda was now struggling get back inside his own trousers. The lad was usually the life of the classroom, quick with a joke and a smile. He wasn’t laughing now. “You were watching us,” he said.
“I was just…,” Colm started the sentence without knowing how to end it. He was too busy watching his pay-check and probably his pension disappear.
“He was watching me,” said Dayita, stepping out behind him, still topless. Sajjal and Mpenda stared at her.
Sajjal was looking horrified. The sight of Dayita bare-breasted made her remember her own nakedness. She grabbed her T-shirt and held it across her chest. Mpenda on the other hand got a long look at Dayita before suddenly breaking his gaze away.
As a gentleman, he’d been prepared to take the fall to protect Dayita’s honour, but she’d done the right thing. Both couples were now in a position of mutually assured destruction and that meant that the safest thing for both was to pretend nothing had ever happened. Colm’s demeanour as a teacher returned.
“Okay,” he said, “We’ve all got places to be, so I suggest we get on with whatever we’ve got scheduled.”
Now, Mpenda did start to laugh loudly. Sajjal elbowed him in the ribs and he shut up.
“Right, right,” he said.
“Unless…” said Dayita.
“What?” said Colm with a sinking feeling.
“I mean…it seems like the worst has already happened. None of us are going to report anything regardless, and the odds of us getting caught by someone else again today are astronomical. So…”
Her deliberate pause only made it clear that the room was studiously avoiding following her chain of thought.
Dayita continued, “Call me crazy, but if we’re all resolved to do that anyway, wouldn’t it be a pity if we don’t finish what we came her for.”
No-one in the room called her crazy. Their eyes all did, though.
She continued. “See, we’d be over here. You’d be over there. Completely unaware of each other’s presence. If you like, we could put that box back where it was.”
“Just a thought,” she said after some more silence.
Dayita was crazy. Colm kind of liked that. She hadn’t figured out that he was boring yet, and he didn’t want her to. Not yet anyway. Wordlessly, he picked up the fallen box and placed it back on the shelf. One side was ripped, but he faced that towards another box and made a token show of putting some of the spilled equipment back then started to find new homes for the stuff that wouldn’t fit. It wasn’t an agreement with Dayita’s plan. He was just tidying up.
He picked up a large car battery from the floor and put it in a key gap on the shelf, and then regarded it critically. All in all, he figured, it was just another brick in the wall.
“Okay, Dayita. Maybe you can help me find that eight inch disk drive we came in here for.”
“With pleasure,” she said.
They were about to move back behind the new fortifications, when Dayita stopped and turned back to the students.,
“You kids practising safe sex?” she asked.
“Er, sure,” said Mpenda.
“Great! Mind if we borrow one?”
Mpenda almost laughed out loud again but caught himself. He pulled a rather battered pack of three out of his pocket and ripped a one off the reel for her.
“Nice one,” Dayita said with a wink.
Sujjal looked kind of cross, but Mpenda put an arm on her shoulder. He took her T-shirt from her, unfurled it and gave it a flap to get some of the creases from it and then offered it back to her.
Colm grabbed Dayita by the arm and gentle pulled her back out of view of the students. He pulled her to him and started to kiss her gently – gently enough that they’d still be able to hear the door if the other couple decided to go. They didn’t. After about thirty seconds the light in their corner dimmed even more as something, possibly a T-shirt, was hung up over the last remaining gap.
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