Makalya and I had been flirting more than usual. It started back in January. We had been in the same class since August, but never started talking to each other until Winter quarter. Even then, it was just flirting with our words; we sat a couple rows apart. But when the third and final section of the class came in the Spring, we decided to sit beside each other. Instead of desks, like most classrooms, all of our had tables that sat two, and the first day of class I was caught off guard by Makayla rubbing my leg the whole time. This went on for weeks, and I even started doing the same to her. One day, she had a cup of ice and was wearing a dress, so I took a piece and ran it up and down her leg, going fairly high up. It was so sexy to watch her shudder and try not to moan in the middle of class.
Today she had her legs propped up on my lap for the whole class. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but her legs were so nice and smooth, I didn't care. I could tell she had just lotioned, and the smell was intoxicating. I started rubbing her leg, from her ankle to the bottom of her shorts. After a while, I figured out what she liked, and when I looked over she had her eyes closed, smiling a sly smile. I was surprised no one caught us, as we were being a little more bold than usual, especially when I ran my hand the length of her leg, all the way up to the top of her thigh. Her hands started digging into the arms of the chair. For the last half hour of class, I stuck to the bottom half of her leg. I even stopped once, and she started pouting, telling me how good it felt. I couldn't deny her that pleasure.
We always walked out to our cars together after class. I lived in an apartment about ten minutes away from campus, and she still lived with her family about half an hour away. As soon as we got out of the door, she was complaining about the cold, and said she'd just say bye at the door, then go back in. She had another class soon after the one we just left. We hugged, and I was caught off guard when she kissed me on the neck. "You know, I only live about ten minutes away," I blurtd out as she started to turn away. She turned back to me, with that sly smile on her face again.
"About fucking time," she replied, walking past me toward my car. I stood there dumbfounded, I had no idea that's what she had been waiting for. Then again, I was never very good at making the first move. Neither one of us said anything as I got in the car and started driving toward my apartment. Halfway there, I felt her hand rest on my leg and start rubbing it up and down. Even though we had done this before, this time seemed different, this time I knew it was leading somewhere. Her hand went higher and higher until it came to a stop on my rapidly growing shaft. "Well hello there," she said, with smile that was doing little now to hide her longing.
Before I knew it, we were at my place, and I realized how fast I had been driving to get here. I fumbled with my keys, hands shaking, and was caught off guard when I finally got them in the lock and felt myself pinned against the door, Makayla's lips on mine, our bodies pressed together. While one of my hands started running down her back, feeling her curves, my other had felt blindly for the keys, turning them and the door knob. Together, we stumbled into the apartment, and she very skillfully kicked the door shut. Taking some initiative, I pushed her against the wall and pulled her shirt over her head. Between kisses, Makayla was able to breathe out "Bedroom. Where?" I pointed to a door on the opposite wall, and she grabbed my hand and made a run for it.
Throwing the door open, she took a few steps, then jumped on the bed, landing on her back. Her gracefulness was quite beautiful. As was the image in front of me. There she was, laying on my bed, legs spread and arms flailed out to her sides, her breasts rising and lowering with every deep breath. In her eyes, I could see a longing; she wanted this just as much as I did. Perling off my shirt and throwing it in the corner, I moved to the bed to occupy the space between her legs. I wrapped my arms under her, swiftly unhooking her bra, while we kissed even more passionately than before. She tossed her bra into a pile with my shirt, and pressed her body tight against mine. If I thought the touch of her legs in class was amazing, it was nothing compared to our bare chests coming as close together as physically possible.
I wasn't quite sure how it happened, but a couple swift moves by Makayla and I found myself on my back, with her on top of me. She flashed a smile and began kissing my neck, then down to my chest, and on to my stomach. She paused only for a second to unhook my belt and slide my pants off. Even though my boxers were still separating them, just the touch of her lips on my shaft was enough to make me grab the side of the bed. I never thought in a million years this would be happening. I felt my boxers leave my body, and next thing I knew she was sucking my rock hard penis. My eyes rolling back in my head, I couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips. She was very skilled, and I had to stop her pretty soon after she started, it was a little too stimulating.
