Scanning over her Psych notes, Spencer proceeded to finish her rice pudding laced with honey, and headed off to class. Glancing at her watch, she quickened her pace, determined to make a prompt arrival.

She rounded the corner her classroom was situated just to the left of. Moving too quickly, she slammed into Ashley, knocking her against the wall she had idly been standing in front of. Their shoulders collided, and their faces barely came into contact with one another, at a distance close enough for Ashley to detect a trace of succulent honey that lingered on Spencer’s lower lip. Ashley reached out stabling herself by holding onto Spencer’s body, her focus on the gooey delight she wanted so badly to taste.

Taking notice of Ashley’s entranced stare, Spencer placed her middle finger onto her upper lip, her ring finger grazing the bottom, "Is there something on my mouth?"

Snapping out of her daze, Ashley parted her lips slightly, eager to disclose her hungry thoughts at that very moment, but instead with a slight shake of the head and a small smile forming on her face, she simply pointed to her own lower lip, and said "Honey."

Spencer  furrowed her eyebrows, taking a moment in trying to interpret what Ashley had just said, when she was interrupted by a crowding of classmates around them trying to enter the classroom whose door had just swung open, signaling the departure of the last class.

The Psychology 1 students filed into the classroom, with the two girls trailing behind. As soon as the two girls took a seat, next to one another, tests were handed out as well as no. 2 pencils.

Bubbling in the scantron at a speedy but well kept pace, Spencer felt confident up until a point she realized she shouldn’t be overestimating herself. The last questions stumped her, and reflexively whenever in deep contemplation or feeling pangs of frustration, Spencer bit her lower lip trying to come up with the answers. Surprisingly her teeth skidded across a sticky surface. She glided the tip of her tongue along it, a hint of sweetness overpowering the edge of her mouth. The pleasurable aroma induced brief thoughts of another tongue rolling along the bottom, licking up the remnants she had missed. Suddenly, a male voice was heard announcing in an authoritative tone of voice that there was 10 min. left.