No, no, you’ve got it all wrong.”

“What do you mean? I’m following the directions exactly!”

“Well then, you didn’t read them right.”

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, I won’t stand for you insulting me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you. It’s just that you connected this all wrong.”

You sigh and put your hands on your hips. “Fine,” you say, tossing the instructions onto the lab table. “You do it.” You hop up on a stool and cross your arms in front of you.

“Now, don’t be mad. I’m just trying to help. This is a combined effort, you know.”

“I’m not mad. Just shut up and do the damn thing.”

Obi-Wan shakes his head and turns back toward the lab project. You continue to sit with an attitude and watch his ponytail….imagining leaning forward and giving it a good yank to wipe that smug look off his face.

“I heard that,” he says.

“I didn’t say anything,” you snap. Then you make a little snorting noise in response to his little snorting noise. You wonder what the instructor was thinking by pairing the two of you together as lab partners. Padawan Brain and Padawan Mouth. “You know, you really need to learn to lighten up, Kenobi.”

“Excuse me?”

“Maybe if you’d get your nose out of your books for a millisecond of your life, you wouldn’t be so difficult to work with.” You keep your arms tightly crossed in front of you as his head snaps around to give you a cold look. His lips tighten together, and his forehead wrinkles. Then, without saying a word, he turns back to the work in front of him. Now you’re the one with the smug look on your face.

“There,” he says after a few more minutes. He scribbles some notes, closes his books, gathers them up, and walks past you and out of the room without a word or a look.

After dinner you have a few precious hours to spend as you wish. Deciding that a day of labwork and getting blasted by the training droid calls for some serious socializing, you gather up your closest friends – and anyone else who wants to tag along – and head to the club across the street. Actually, it’s not so much a club as it is four walls, a roof, and some alcohol. No one else in their right mind would frequent the place except for padawans yearning for a bit of an escape from the hallowed halls of the Temple….or those looking to get lucky with a daring Jedi.

You snort at just that as a flock civilian girls enter the place in search of heroes to lay. “Can you believe these girls?” you say to your girlfriend.

“Pathetic,” she says.

“If they only knew what we know about these guys,” you say.

“No kidding,” she says.

“Pathetic,” you echo, as the crowd shifts as the padawan boyos mingle with the civvie girlies….while you, your friend, and a few random other female padwans are instantaneously ignored by the rest of your so-called friends in favor of the fresh and willing meat.

“Yep,” your friend says. The two of you let out loud sighs as your corner of the club grows very quiet.

“Well, this sure is fun,” you say sarcastically as you watch your friends move in on the big hair and makeup.

“Oh yeah,” your friend says.

The two of you look at each other, and then immediately jump up from your seats. “Let’s bail,” you say.

“Right behind you, sister,” she says.

“Hey, where you guys going?!” one of your walking penis friends says as he blocks your path to the door.

“Uh…party on,” you answer back. “We’re outta here.”

“No, no, you two have to stay,” he says.

“That’s alright, big guy,” you say. “Have fun with the girlies. Be careful not to poke an eye out on those rocket bras.” You step around your pal, closely followed by your girlfriend.

“God, she’s so butch,” you hear a squeaky voice say behind you.

“Uh…oh….” you hear your guy pal say.

You spin on your heel and face the offending squeak toy. “What did you call me?”

“Oh please,” she says with a half-drunken slur. “Why the hell do you think you have to sit in the corner all night?”

As you prepare to Force slam the bitch into the bar, your hulking guy pal steps in front of you and quickly pushes you toward the door. “Don’t even think about it,” he warns.

“She called me butch!” you protest.

“Probably lesbians, anyway,” the squeak toy adds.

Two more guys pals, recalling what you did to the last squeak toy that insulted your wanger appeal, jump into the fray and promptly escort you out onto the sidewalk.

“Whose friend are you dolts, anyway?” you ask pointedly.

“Go home,” they say in unison as your girlfriend tugs on your sleeve.

“I’ll have you know that I have plenty of men begging for me,” you assert under the influence of a little too much ale.

“We know,” they say in unison again. “Go home.”

“I don’t believe this shit,” you say with exasperation as you finally turn to your girlfriend and make your way across the street.

“We have to stop going to that place,” you girlfriend says.

“You’ve got that right, sister.”

“We need to find someplace where there are actual MEN,” she says.

You nod and then think for a moment. “Do I look like a lesbian?” you ask.

You girlfriend laughs out loud. “Shut the hell up.”

Then you laugh, “You rock.”

“We both do,” she grins.

“Oh yeah.”

After bidding your friend goodnight at her quarters, you wander down the long corridor toward home. As you pass by one of the many study lounges on your floor, you catch a sight that begs to be interrupted. You saunter over to one of the large tables and plop down in a chair.

“How’s it hangin’, Kenobi?”

He gives you a rather annoyed look. “Shouldn’t you be someplace else?”

“Mmm-hmm,” you nod. “But I was rather unwelcome there,” you grumble.

“How shocking,” he says pointedly, with more bite than is characteristic for him.

Your face drops and you sigh heavily. “I’ll be going now,” you say tersely as you back your chair up. “Sorry to intrude on your perfect life, yet again.”

“Wait,” he says, standing up and placing a hand on your arm. “Please sit down.”

You are caught off guard by the pleasant rush you feel at his touch. “Well…okay.”

“Are you alright?” he asks.

“Yeah fine,” you snort.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” you grunt.

“Alright,” he says and goes back to read his book.

You watch him with some indignation as he readily ignores you in favor of his studies. “Do people think we’re gay?”

His head shoots up, and his mouth drops open. “Uh…pardon?”

“Gay. Do people think we’re gay?”

“Y-you and I?”

“Hello! Padawans like me…other female padawans. Do people think we’re gay?”

Obi-Wan’s face is a mask of befuddlement. “Uh…wh-which people….”

“PEOPLE people. Do they think of us as butch? That we’re all a bunch of dykes?”

His cheeks turn red. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

You roll your eyes. “Just answer the damn question. Do I look like a lesbian?”

“Well….” He sighs. “What exactly would one look like…it’s really not something that matters or that one could say by one’s appearance. I mean, if you were homosexual—“

“I’m NOT.”

“Well yes, but if you were, there wouldn’t be a reason for that to upset anyone, or—“

“Forget it, Brain.”

“Why are we having this conversation? It is most odd…even for you.”

“I said, forget it.”

He gives you a puzzled look…not that it’s an unusual response.

“Oil and water,” you say.

“Huh?”

You finally smile at the dumb look on his face. “You and me, Kenobi. Oil and water.”

“Ah,” he says with a crooked grin. “Yes, I would agree with you there.” He nods for a few moments and then looks back down at his book.

You reach across the table and turn the book up to see the cover. “Chemistry,” you say.

“Yes.”

“You like this shit?”

“It’s not a matter of liking it,” he says, giving you that brainy look. “It’s a matter of necessity. We must take the class, so I have to study it. You should be studying it, too.”

You shake your head. “I already know all I need to know about chemistry.”

“You’ve actually read this?”

“No.”

“Then what do you know of it?”

“Kenobi, there is just as much usefulness in real-life experience as there is from reading about it.”

His forehead wrinkles again. “How much real-life chemistry experience could you possibly have?”

A sly grin spreads across your face. “Plenty.”

He gives you the puzzled look again, and then turns his attention back down to his reading.

This definitely calls for a lesson. “Chemistry books, for example, teach that water and oil don’t mix. Real life tells us that they do.”

“They do not mix,” he says.

“Yes they do,” you say.

“Give me one REAL example.”

You stand up and walk around the table. “Scoot your chair back a little.”

“Why?”

“Just do it,” you say.

He complies with a sigh and then looks up at you. “What does this have to do with anything?”

Time to wipe that smug look off his face again. And you’re just the girl to do it. You quickly settle yourself on his lap…and his face rapidly changes to an expression of near horror. “Good,” you say softly. “Now keep your mouth open just like that.” Before he can respond, you brush your lips against his and lightly tease him with your tongue. Much to your surprise, you suddenly feel his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him as his slides his tongue inside your mouth. You gasp at his unexpected hunger and slide your tongue along his. You both moan quietly into each other’s mouths, as your kiss delves deeper. You press your body into his, grinding your hips a little to feel the hardness growing under his pants.

You break the kiss and pant against his lips. “See,” you mutter breathessly, “simple chemistry. Something for you to learn from me.”

“I doubt that,” he says, his voice lower than you’ve ever heard it.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re the one who needs the lesson.”

“Wha—“ Before you can ask, you feel yourself pushed back until your body comes to a solid stop on the carpeted floor. He straddles your waist as his knees firmly restrict your movement on either side. A fraction of a second later, his lips are on yours again, the force of his kiss crushing your head into the carpet. As his tongue, circles around yours, his hands roam up your torso, gliding over your breasts. You arch up into his hands with a whimper. He begins to make quick work of your outer tunic.

You break away from his kiss again and whisper, “Someone will see us.”

“That’s half the fun, isn’t it,” he growls in your ear.

You gasp, startled at the intensity of his voice and intentions.

“Perhaps you won’t misjudge me so badly in the future,” he says as he lightly tugs on your earlobe with his teeth.

A moan is your only response as his hand finds its way to your bare skin, his hand running up your stomach and then teasing your breast through the thin fabric of your bra. You open your eyes when you hear his chuckle above you.

“I like seeing you like this,” he says. He reaches around behind you, and skillfully unhooks your bra. His hand slides over your naked breast as his other hand pushes up your under tunic. He lets out a soft groan as you writhe underneath him as both of his hands play at you, his fingers teasing at your nipples as you arch up higher and higher into his touch.

In an instant he descends, running his slick tongue around one nipple as you swallow a cry. You feel nothing but heat on your breast as he suckles it gently, moaning against your skin. Then he moves again, kissing you once more, his hand quickly teasing your breast again. You whimper into his mouth and push your body up to his.

“No sharp remarks for me now, eh?” he whispers against your lips.

“Fuck me, Kenobi,” you respond, licking at his lips.

He grinds into you, rubbing his bulge between your legs. “Well, alright then,” he gasps. He sits up and quickly pulls off your boots and tugs at your pants until you are mostly naked before him, save for the undertunic gathered up under your neck. He runs his hand up your thigh and then slides his thumb through your wetness as your hips jerk up into his touch.

“Mmmmmhhh,” he responds, licking his lips as he teases your slippery clit with his thumb.

“Oh gods,” you whisper, having not felt a touch this incredible in quite some time. And then suddenly it ceases. “Ohh…please don’t—“

“Someone is coming,” he says as he grabs your arms and pulls you to your feet.

“Shit,” you exclaim under your breath as you stand there naked from the waist down.

“Sit down,” he orders, pushing you to a chair at the head of the table as he bends down to collect your clothing. He tosses it over a short wall separating two of the tables.

You scurry into the chair and scoot into the table as close as you can to hide your rather comprising appearance. You now hear the voices echoing in the hall…and recognize them as your friends. Obi-Wan sits next to you as you both begin to fill your minds with boring, studious material.

Then your drunken friends appear in the hallway. “Hey,” they all saying, echoing one another when they see you. >“Hey,” you respond.

“Wow, Kenobi,” one of your friends says. “You must be some kind of lab partner to get this one to study after a fun night out."

“Oh yeah, some fun,” you say, grateful that you are all but invisible given the long table, many chairs, and distance between you and the hallway. “And I see none of you got lucky, either,” you say with a sneer.

“Still beats your track record,” one of your more obnoxious buddies says.

Before you can hurl an insult back, a stack of Obi-Wan’s notes suddenly slides off the table, scattering underneath it in a most peculiar manner. “Oh…excuse me…I’ll…I’ll get those,” he stutters as he crawls under the table.

Your friends snort and chuckle. “Yeah, have fun, brainiacs,” one of them says.

Your eyes suddenly fly open as determined hands spread your legs. You make a choking noise as you feel Obi-Wan’s tongue slide across your center.

“Yeah,” one of your other friends carries on as you grip the table while Obi-Wan’s tongue circles around your bundle of nerves. “Sorry we can’t join you for the study party.”

“Good night then,” you growl through clenched teeth as you fight for every ounce of composure, thanking the stars that your friends are too drunk to have any clue what is going on under the table. Thankfully, they all wave rather unenthusiastically and gradually disappear from your line of sight. Once your are certain the coast is clear, you push yourself away from the table and stare down at the grinning smart ass in front of you. “What the hell?”

He responds by crawling forward and pulling your leg over his shoulder, placing light kisses down the inside of your thigh. You tangle your fingers in his ponytail and groan as his lips begin to suck at your clit. His tongue snakes out to taste you again, and your head falls back as you push your hips forward and brace your foot on the table.

Your body shudders as he groans against you, his tongue moving faster and his finger teasing the edges of your opening. You begin to flex your hips back and forth as you rush toward the edge. “Feels so good…” you sigh as your head lulls from side to side against the back of the chair.

The pleasure goes on and on until your breaths become noisy wheezes, and you begin to lose all sense of time and place. You lift your head and gaze down at his head between your legs, his tongue flicking rapidly at your reddened, swollen flesh….the sight shattering you as you rise up into your orgasm. You grab the back of his head tightly as your hips ride the intense waves, clenching your throat to keep loud cries from escaping.

You finally slump back into your chair in the midst of a pleasant delirium and feel yourself grabbed again and swiftly seated on the edge of the table. Obi-Wan growls as he kisses you while you both tug at his pants. You look down and bite your lip as his impressive erection bounces free. You circle your fingers around his length and stroke it with admiration. He quickly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand away, as he steps forward and rubs his cock against you with a strangled moan.

You raise your legs slightly as you grab his tight ass and pull him to you, positioning yourself until you are at the most opportune angle. With a thrust of his hips, he is sliding inside you, moaning harshly against your neck. His length spreads you and then slowly slides out again. You feel his body shake as he continues to slowly slide in and out of you.

You wrap your legs around him and lean back slightly, resting one hand behind you, the other hand stroking through his hair as you push your hips forward. “Faster,” you whisper.

He groans and grabs your hips, thrusting into you quickly. Your other hand drops back behind you as well, bracing your body as you rapidly lurch forward and back to meet his rhythm. The heat and friction of his cock sliding in and out of you sends you spiraling up again, your lungs rapidly panting between tiny whimpers that you just can’t choke down.

His arms circle around your back and pull your body closer to his. “Oh yeah,” he growls as his eyes bore into yours, his hips circling and plunging his shaft deeper inside you.

Your fingers clench his head as you moan against his lips. “Make me come…please….”

Your words make him groan, and his hips shift until his cock angles to massage the swollen nub inside you.

“Yesss,” you sigh as your head drops back. You tighten your legs around him, your hands clutching the back of his tunic.

His mouth latches onto your neck, grunting against your skin. One hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head up so he can see your eyes. “Mine…mine,” he growls repeatedly.

“Yes,” you moan again. “Please…please….” You gasp sharply as your muscles clench around him, your climax sending you higher than the first. He growls your name as his body tremors for several moments before he erupts inside you, harshly moaning into your hair. As you come together, your hips grind in a desperate rhythm, drawing out each other’s pleasure until you both collapse against each other from sheer exhaustion.

You bury your face against his damp neck as he lifts you off the table and slowly descends to the floor. He kisses you sweetly and deeply, taking your breath away once again.

You sigh happily as he places light kisses on your cheeks and eyelids. He nuzzles your hair with his nose and whispers into your ear, “We should probably get dressed before somebody stumbles upon us.”

“Hmmm,” you respond. “I was hoping to see what other lesson you had in store for me.”

His head rises, and he grins. “Perhaps tomorrow. It is rather late, and we have that exam tomorrow.”

“Alright, Brain,” you say with a smirk.

“You’ll be thanking me in the morning, Mouth.”

“And you’ll be thanking me when you see what I can really do with this mouth,” you purr as you sit up.

He chuckles and helps you to your feet. He then walks around the wall to retrieve the rest of your clothing. “I look forward to your next lesson,” he says with a sly grin before moving in to kiss you again. He then bends down and helps you into your pants and boots.

“And I look forward to hearing you beg,” you say.

He crooks an eyebrow at you and says playfully, “You should not raise a challenge to me.”

“Oh, I can raise more than just a challenge, I promise you that,” you say, lightly stroking the fabric below his waist, smiling when you hear him gulp.

“You are rather confident, aren’t you?” he says, gently guiding you toward the hallway.

“Oh yes,” you say as he walks you toward your door.

He smiles. “Well, perhaps your won’t underestimate my real-life experience anymore.”

You stop at your door and turn to face him. “Ever been naked, sprawled out helplessly on your back….your glistening skin covered in chocolate sauce….having it licked s-l-o-w-l-y off your writhing body.” You emphasize the point by sending him a pretty visual image of such a scenario

Obi-Wan stares at you, speechless, his mouth hanging slightly open.

“Didn’t think so,” you say with a smile. “Goodnight.” You turn quickly and enter your quarters, leaving him standing dumbstruck in the hallway.