It was not the movie itself per se...
The class had to watch Romeo and Juliet for an English Lit course. The teacher was a very hot brunette, with a figure to die for, full lips, sexy long legs that she was showing off in a mini.
She chose a very interesting version of the play. Modernized. Revved up. Graphic sex scenes. Lots of them.
While they watched in the dark room, she visibly relaxed. She was so obviously into it. Her hair came down. Her legs rubbed together. Her tongue wet her lips continually. Her movements, unusually frequent for movie watching, became more and more ritualistic in a kind of primal way...
One of them acted upon his impulses. And took her right there in the dark while the class watched the movie. Wild animal lovemaking that would make any neighboring volcanoes blast white hot lava into the air in time to their many cums. The kind of lovemaking that left permenent scars on their bodies and psyches.
It was a strange thing. The others seemed instinctively to shut them out and focus upon the movie. None said anything about the loud groaning from the back and stepped over the broken furnature unseeingly when exiting the classroom after the movie was done.
Nobody commented on the fact that she was wearing a blouse obviously rapidly constructed from a grocery sack and that threads very much like her dress of earlier that morning in color and texture floated on the warm breeze from the open window.
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