I’m trying to concentrate on your words as you’re giving your lecture, but I’m struggling to concentrate.
I can’t stop looking at you. Your eyes, your facial expressions. The movement of your hands when you’re talking passionately. My eyes roam your body from head to toe.
I should be making notes, but I am transfixed. This is only my second lecture with you and I know what I want.
I want to stare into your eyes, kiss you slowly, stroke your beard gently with my fingers as I tease you with my tongue. I want to slowly move my fingers down your body until I feel how hard you are. I want to reach down and feel you throbbing for me.
I want you.
Your eyes meet mine and linger for a second longer than they should. I feel a rush throughout my body and a tingle between my legs.
Do you want me too?
You finish up the lecture and I snap out of my trance, realising I haven’t made a single note. Oops, looks like I’ll have to get some extra help with this course.
I scribble something down on a bit of paper and take my time putting my things away, ensuring I am the last one to leave. I look over at you smiling as I head towards the exit. You look uncomfortable and give me a half smirk.
I hesitate at the doorway and look back. You casually perch on the end of your desk, folding your arms, a look of intrigue on your face. “Are you ok? Was there anything else? You ask quietly, your voice sounding less confident than when you were speaking earlier.
I say nothing. I turn back around, walk over to you and hand you the piece of paper. I head straight out of the door, never looking back.
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I watch her leave, careful to not let my eyes wander over that body of hers. I look down at the piece of paper in my hands, a little perturbed at the possible contents. I slowly open the note. My mouth gapes open. Written in beautiful handwriting is one sentence.
I want to suck your cock.
I feel my dick twitch at the sight of these words. “Fuck!” I whisper to myself. This girl is something else. She is an older student and has an air of confidence about her that is sexy yet subtle.
I have had admirers before, but nobody this forward. I shake my head and stuff the note in my pocket, assuming it is some kind of dare or joke.
I sit at my desk to work, patting my pocket with the note inside. I am too distracted and decide to head to the library for a change of scenery. It’s getting late and it’s normally quiet at this hour.
I enter the library and sit down to work. I find the silence even more distracting. I’m about to leave when I feel a presence next to me. I look up to see you dragging a finger along my desk, you gently slide it off the end and carry on walking, stopping at the far end bookcase.
You stop and stare at me with a serious look on your face. The finger that was just trailing along the desk now curls up in a come hither gesture. I suddenly feel hot and flustered and look around the library to see if anybody has seen us. There is nobody else here. You have me in a trance and I find myself moving towards you, as though some invisible force is propelling me forward.
I reach the end of the aisle, my heart pounding and my head full of endless thoughts and possibilities. There you are at the end of the aisle, waiting for me. I walk over and you smirk at me. “Did you read my note?” You whisper. Fuck! She was being serious. I nod my head, too shocked to speak.
I look behind me, realising it’s too late to back out now. “Don’t worry. I can be discreet.” As you whisper these words you grab my belt and undo it in one fast motion. I have to hold onto the bookshelves as you yank my trousers and boxers down, get on your knees and take in the tip of my cock. You tease the tip with your tongue and the swirling motion sends jolts through me. You then take all of me in your mouth, moving your head quickly up and down, whilst sucking deeply.
It takes everything in me not to cry out. You look up at me and I can feel your energy and power from your eyes boring into me. I am lost in this moment and jerk hard into your mouth. You slowly move your mouth away and swallow my cum, never taking your eyes away from mine.
You stand up, look at me whispering, “Thank you, that was delicious.”
You brush past me and stop briefly at the end of the bookcase to look back at me, a huge smile on your face. I quickly pull my trousers up and look up to smile back at you.
You have gone. And I am in trouble. Deep, deep trouble.
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