**By Sean McClearly [Googledocs link to original file listed below]**
I was waiting for Jackson seated on the large round planter in the courtyard between Old Main, Lampasas Hall and Centennial Hall. It felt so sexy to be seated on the stone ledge wearing nothing under my short skirt that was barely long enough to cover my dick. My naked rear was directly touching the rough-cut old stone, which was turning me on.
I waited for Jackson’s work hours to end in World Languages offices, where he had a part-time gig working for the department chair. I saw him exit the front door, walk down the stairs and turn in my direction. When he saw me, his eyes widened, and a silly grin spread across his face.
As he sat beside me, he admonished, “That skirt is scandalous, Zella. I’ll bet you already have a boner, just sitting here watching the students walk past you.”
I turned my face towards his, and replied, “Your place is closer than mine, or do you want to suck my cock in your car?”