All similarities between real life institutions, businesses, entities, and people are unintended.
All characters are 18 or older.
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Alexis held my hand lightly, just holding onto my ring and pinky fingers as I drove us to the parking garage on campus. Her skin was soft and I could feel her absentmindedly tracing my hand with her thumb. It was cozy being in the warm car, still dark enough to use the headlights, wearing comfortable clothes. Dawn had already started, but the sky still had that grayish, dark blue hue to it as the warm colors hadn't yet appeared except on the horizon. I parked on the edge of the garage, so that we could get a view from a couple stories up. We got there early, around 6:30. We didn't get much free-time together lately, so we planned to eat breakfast together the night before and had just stopped by a fast food place to get some basic stuff: breakfast sandwiches, hash browns, cinnamon rolls.
The concrete slabs split open a couple feet, enough to let chilled morning air breeze in. The weather was beginning to get cold as September matured, but it wasn't unpleasant, it just made the air feel crisp and fresh. We sat on the hood of my car, side by side, eating and waking, just taking in the view from forty feet up. We set the food on top of the wall of the garage, and I could hear the wind faintly rustle the thin paper it was wrapped in. We could see the sun start to envelop the peaks of the mountains in the distance, but they shielded most of town from the morning warmth. We looked out, watching the people go about their daily lives, little cars travelling around a miniature town, people sparsely milling about. We could see lights in the college dorms gradually turn on one-by-one, signifying the start of the day.
"It's like LEGOs," Alexis stated through bites of hash brown.
"I haven't played with LEGOs in forever, like ten years."
"I used to have a ton back home."
"In Virginia?"
"I'm surprised you remember." I could hear her smile through her voice without looking at her. I didn't say anything else, I just moved my hand to her far shoulder and pulled her in by a bit, kissing the top of her head.
We saw each other around often, but since we didn't share any other courses besides a GE English, we spent most of our time on campus apart. I enjoyed the class because Alexis' presence made it more bearable, but because of her, I might've enjoyed my time there a little too much.
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We walked through the interior park until we got to the door of the building and went inside. We held hands as we climbed the stairs and walked along the sparsely opened doors of the Languages hallway. We finally spotted our room, and we stopped to check the time before entering. The room was a smaller lecture hall, where the teacher, Professor Campbell, would drone on in front of a projector. The class was the earliest session, so there weren't a lot of people who actually showed up, us included. On the days we did show, we sat in the back, pretending to take notes.
Today did not start any different from the previous sessions. We sat in the back, copied what Campbell put on the projector, and planned to bide our time until it was 8:00.
I sat in my seat, typing away idly as Alexis leaned forward to play games on her computer. We had agreed to alternate note taking, (when we actually did them,) and today was my turn. Campbell was talking about a group project coming up and I was anticipating who Alexis and I could ask to join our group. Lost in thought, I was suddenly jolted back to reality when I felt a hand slide between my legs. I gasped and looked down, only to see Alexis' small hand rubbing my crotch.
I gave her a sort of incredulous look, as if to say, "Really? Here?" But she didn't stop.
"Shhhhh, you don't want to get caught, do you?"
"Wha-Aht!" She squeezed hard, just as I was beginning to protest.
I held her stare for a second longer, before scoffing and returning to the notes. She just smiled at me. Nobody noticed us whispering, and our classmates' obliviousness only seemed to encourage Alexis. She rubbed my hardening erection with her palm through my sweatpants, going in slow circular motions around the head. Periodically she would stop and grip my cock, checking its hardness, before resuming. Once it was finally to her standards, I felt her nails reach under my shirt and gently trace my lower stomach. Then she dove her hands into my underwear and gripped me firmly.
I was already on edge and horny from my early morning libido, so maybe that's why I didn't stop her. I knew it was wrong, I knew we could easily get caught if someone stood up just a little too quickly, but I couldn't resist. I just focused on the notes and pretended everything was normal. She rested her hand around my girth for a few seconds, waiting for a reaction, and when she didn't receive one from me besides a subtle intake of breath, she resumed her machinations. She methodically pumped from the base of me to the glans, all the while pretending to be an engaged student. She did this for about a minute or two, just gradually arousing me until it felt like my dick was made of metal. She stopped stroking me, withdrew, and I felt her gaze shift from her computer to the massive bulge in my pants.
"Take your pants off."
I pretended like I didn't hear her, and instead continued staring forward. I didn't want to seem like her sex slave; ready to whip it out whenever.
"Fine," She whispered rebelliously.
Alexis glanced around once more to make sure no one was looking. Before I had a moment to register what was happening, she slipped out of her seat and squeezed under the row-long table that we sat at. She shifted herself between my legs, and I felt her fingertips hook around my waistband. I pulled her hands off and looked down at her defiantly, but just as I was about to hiss my protest at her, I heard my name being called from the front of the classroom.
"Chris, can you get the lights?"
I looked up at Professor Campbell quickly, cursing my bad luck. As I did this, Alexis reached both hands into my underwear, unimpeded, and began to pull. They slid off easily. Why did I have to wear such loose sweats today?
"Yeah, um, sure." I wavered slightly as Alexis gripped my shaft with her hand, pulling it towards her face right between my thighs. I looked behind me for the light switch, which thankfully I could reach while sitting. When I leaned back, I got a view of her, staring up at me with a mischievous grin. She had her hand around the middle of my shaft tightly, and it gently pulsed when I moved, making her smile even wider. It hovered in front of her face intimidatingly, her face cast in the shadow of my obelisk, ready to worship me. Just as soon as I saw her, she disappeared into darkness as the rest of the class did as well. The professor murmured a little and shuffled around to the projector for a couple seconds, before a video casted itself onto the large screen.
As soon as sound started playing from the front of the room, I could feel her hands resume slowly driving up and down my shaft. When I squirmed slightly or breathed irregularly from the pleasure, I could feel her grip tighten. My dick was like a leash and I was her dog. She began to exhale in long, drawn-out breaths onto my glans, making me twitch in her hands. Her breath was warm and moist on my skin and it acted as an accelerant to my already dissipating resistance. The warmth of her exhalations was so intimate, and that, combined with one hand around my shaft and the other resting on the inside of my thigh, melted me further to her desires.
If her hands were soft and warm on me, then her mouth was tenfold. She slid her hand as far down my cock as she could, pressing gently against my balls. Then I felt her tongue grace me just above her hand. I felt her glide from the root of me up to the tip in one gradual motion, slicking my skin with saliva. Her patience was agonizing to me. She was the one beneath me, servicing me, and yet she held all the power. I could tell by the slow strokes of her tongue on the underside of me that she was reveling in her superiority over me. She continued lapping me with her tongue spread wide onto the underside of my cock for several motions.
Finally, just as I had become used to the sensation, she reached the tip and quickly sucked in the first couple inches. My idleness and the risk of the situation made me the most sensitive I've ever been. I could feel her tongue enveloping the underside of me, up and down slowly. All the while, her lips clung desperately to me, molding to my size. Her saliva was warm and smooth, lubricating her movements. I could hear the faint sounds of her suction, but she was going slow enough and the video was loud enough nobody else would hear.
We continued like this for a couple minutes. I could tell Alexis was having fun teasing me, and I was resisting the pleasure to gain some semblance of control. After a moment of one method, she would switch her strategy, making me hornier while my release was not coming any closer. She would take me in as deep as she could, but then she would pull back, tickling my glans with the tip of her tongue, barely caressing my slit. She would continue doing this back and forth for a bit. After, she would bob her head onto the first few inches, sucking aggressively. Then, when she wanted to catch her breath, she would just nibble on my shaft, gently biting down on me. I reacted most to her biting, and so she continued to do it. It wasn't like the usual pleasure of head, instead of wanting more, I was reactive and squirmed away from her. Regardless, because of her tight grip and where we were, I couldn't escape her embrace.
Following even more repetitions of her routine, I began to feel that slight tightening in my loins and shaft, telling me if we continued I would cum. I was nearing the point of no return, where my inhibitions would completely dissolve and I would reach orgasm unconcerned about the rest of the class and their reactions. I dreamed holding her head down, pushing myself into her throat, releasing my pent up frustration inside of her. Then I noticed the time. It was 7:59. Shit.
I pushed Alexis back a bit and whispered hastily, "Get up, class is over." To my surprise she didn't resist. She slid back into her seat and wiped her mouth while I hastily pulled my pants back on. Besides both of us being a little red and out of breath, we were surprisingly inconspicuous. We would be safe as long as no one noticed the puddle of saliva and precum that sat beneath my legs. When the bell chimed, we pretended as if nothing happened. The video stopped, I turned on the lights, everyone packed up, and then we all filed out of the lecture hall.
Alexis and I walked out of the classroom like nothing had happened; but underneath my clothes, my erection was pressed against my stomach snugly, begging for escape. Our misdeeds had enraged it, and it was swollen and aching from the built up pressure. Every step forward rubbed my clothes against my cockhead, forcing me to hold back winces and moans. Alexis seemed blissfully unaware, walking through the halls briskly, dragging me in tow by my hand. I endured the discomfort but it seemed like Alexis expected me to endure much longer than I could.
