I can feel my bulge pressed hard against the inside of my jeans as I try not to think of the gift you left me in our bio lecture. After class I had gone into the bathroom to get a good whiff of the red lace. Your sweet scent had permeated the thong and stained the crotch area with your wetness. Now I’m texting you under my desk, thanking you for sharing them with me. You tell me to keep them, they’re mine. I only need to give them back if I want to get them worn by you again to redo them.
I leave my final class in a hurry, so horny I can hardly stand it. Just before the end of class you sent me a picture of up your skirt, showing me your shinning wet pussy and telling me to meet you at your dorm. I walk there as fast as I can, trying not to look as rushed as I am. I get there and knock on the door. It’s not you who answers.