I walked into the class and Claire was sitting there on a desk. She was wearing a green zip up hoodie and short shorts. My eyes glanced down to her legs and my perverted mind immediately conjured up an image of me tracing them with my hands, until I found my way between her legs-
I forced myself to stop fantasizing and look up at her. I caught the curves of her breasts under her hoodie along the way and had to block out more ungodly images. Images I would save for later.
“What’s up, Claire?”
Claire and I were both in the same senior philosophy class, which was really the only reason I knew her, and we had a test coming up tomorrow. I had been in the library studying late after school when I got a text from her asking me to come up here – I assumed she wanted help studying.
“Oh, nothing much,” she said, absently tracing her hand across the desk’s surface. Her bag was there beside here but she didn’t have any books or papers out. My dirty mind was sub-consciously hoping for something dirty, but I reminded myself I didn’t live in a porno.