The continuation of Brinna & Zach's explorations inspired by their Human Sexuality class. The previous chapters give more context and are best read first.
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Zach was already seated and watching for me as I entered the classroom. He smiled as I slid into the desk next to his. Casually, I moved my chair a bit closer before returning the smile.
"You look excessively cheerful today," I teased. "Are you up to something I should know about?"
He was saved from replying by the entrance of Dr. B, who quickly shut the doors and began his lecture. Once he'd started the video and lowered most of the lights, I moved my desk even closer to Zach.
"Brinna?" he whispered, raising an inquiring eyebrow.
"Shhh."
The video we were watching on sexual dysfunction was an improvement over what we'd seen in the last class, but still contained much drier material than our usual fare. The class was rather bare; several people seemed to be absent, including the trio of Reggie, Lee, and Tyler. I leaned forward, propping my left elbow on the desk and resting my chin in my hand, feigning interest in the film. Casually, I dropped my right hand over the side of my chair and laid it on the inside of Zach's thigh. He jerked in surprise, knocking his notebook to the floor. I retreated as he retrieved it.
Once he was settled, I repeated the maneuver. He didn't react as strongly this time, though I could feel the muscle of his leg tensing beneath my hand.
"Brinna?" he whispered again.
"Watch the video, Zach. Unless you object?" I asked in a low voice.
"No," he breathed. "No objections."
We sat in silence, eyes on the screen. I let my fingers draw tight little circles on the inside of his thigh, keeping my motions small so as not to attract any attention. Playing in class was not something we had really discussed, having kept up the appearance that our only real connection was being partners on our class research paper. An unexpectedly playful feeling had come over me when he had smiled at me earlier, and this was the result.
My fingers stilled after a few minutes, resting against Zach's thigh. I gave his leg a light squeeze, mildly surprised when his hand settled over my own. My surprise increased when he shifted my hand, bringing it to rest between his legs, directly on his twitching cock. I repressed a pleased smile.
We didn't dare look at each other, to avoid drawing any attention to our back row game.
Zach shifted in his chair as I continued to carefully rub his growing prick through the fabric of his pants. He managed to spread his legs a fraction wider, allowing me better access. His breathing was deliberately slow and deep. I was certain I heard a small, strangled sound emerge from his lips when I stopped rubbing and squeezed him lightly through his layers of clothing.
Dr. B rose abruptly from his desk, startling us both. I carefully withdrew my hand from Zach as Dr. B inserted the second film into the player and pressed play. With that slight break, I stepped out of the class, diverting to the nearby women's room.
Returning a short time later, I slipped back into my desk quietly. I looked around carefully; no one was paying us the slightest attention. Dr. B was using a small light to read a book while the rest of us sat in the near dark, watching a second film on types of sexual dysfunction and treatments. I turned and pressed my lips lightly against Zach's ear.
"I'm getting wet, Zach. I wish you could touch me right now and feel it for yourself."
He drew a sharp breath, nervously licking his lips.
"Keep these for me," I whispered, transferring the panties I'd removed in the restroom from my pocket into his hand. "I'll want them back later." I licked his earlobe and withdrew, facing forward, eyes focused on the screen again. I considered continuing to toy with him as long as the lights were dim. In the end, I decided I should stop, as I'd already gotten both of us worked up enough.
It didn't stop me from occasionally brushing the inside of his thigh with my hand through the rest of the class period. Zach made no attempts to take my hand again.
"I'll meet you there," he whispered to me as we prepared to leave class. I nodded, and left the room while Zach was still gathering his things.
I passed time working on my repetitious scanning task, distracting myself from thinking about Zach or about the effects of teasing him during class. I would need to get myself well under control if we were going to continue the explorations we had begun in our last meeting.
Zach knocked twice, then let himself in before I could cross to the door. He hastily locked the door behind him, kicking off his shoes and shedding his backpack. He'd changed into his sweats and t-shirt. His casual clothes belied the eager expression on his face.
"Hi, Brinna," he said quietly, fidgeting and shifting from foot to foot nervously. With a half-smile, he pulled my panties from his pocket and held the blue silken material out to me. "You wanted these back, I think?"
I reached for them but, drawing his hand closer to his body, he pulled them just slightly out of my reach. I raised a quizzical eyebrow, stepping closer. It seemed Zach had his own game he wanted to play this afternoon. I repressed a smile, intrigued to see how much teasing Zach would do.
"Maybe I'll keep these for later." He put his hand behind his back. I took another step, our bodies separated by a fraction of an inch. He wrapped one arm loosely around my waist, hand coming to rest against my ass. He pulled me against him, his mouth next to my ear. "You liked teasing me in class today, didn't you, Brinna? And giving me your wet panties?" Zach whispered, his breath against my ear causing the skin of my scalp to tighten and tingle, sending goosebumps down my neck.
"Yes. And you liked it, too." I grabbed him by the hips, pulling them firmly against my own.
"I'm not hard again. Yet. I stopped down the hall first. Your scent on these is what made me cum." He licked my earlobe. "I was starting to worry you'd take my cock out and start stroking it in class. I worried because I don't think I would have stopped you if you had."
The tingling sensation spread to my nipples, which began to harden in response to the words he spoke. He was learning. I grabbed the edge of his shirt, ready to pull it off of him.
"No," he said gently, so I let my hands fall back to his hips. "You said you'd teach me to kiss. I want that first. Then you can have these back if you want them." He paused, before adding, "Please."
"Sit down, Zach," I said, smiling. I was pleased with his assertiveness in stating what he wanted, and the sweetly added 'please' at the end.
He sat in the same spot he'd taken Tuesday. I straddled his lap again, just as I had done then.
I looked him in the eyes, ran one hand over his chest and settled it on his heart. His heartbeat increased, even as his hands hung by his sides, and he sat almost rigidly in the chair. "Are you getting shy on me again, Zach?"
He set one arm loosely around my waist and laid his hand on the small of my back before he ran it lower, letting it rest on the curve of my ass.
"You said you'd teach me to kiss," he reminded me, only the slightest hint of hesitation in his voice.
"All right." I smiled at him. I leaned back a bit, and he lifted his other arm to help support my back. "Just remember, everything you're learning is just the way I prefer to do it." His eyes widened a bit and I chuckled. "You're a fast learner, Zach. It won't take you much time to adapt to whoever you're with. You'll figure out what they like." I kissed his lips lightly. "Just pay attention to how they react, and you'll know if they like it. Listen to their breathing. Feel how their body responds. Listen for their sounds. Do they lean into you? Do they touch you?" I kissed his lips again and pulled back, my hand still resting over his heart. "Does their heart race?" I smiled slyly. "Your heart is."
"It does that a lot around you," he admitted. His fingers moved restlessly against me where his hands rested. He was beginning to relax, slowly.
"Are you ready to start?" He nodded, and I felt him tensing up again. "The first thing is, you need to relax." I cupped his chin in my hand. "Relax your mouth."
I waited patiently while Zach mastered himself enough to let his mouth loosen up. I studied his full, pink lips as I waited. We never spent much time kissing. Most of it was instigated by me when we did. I realized now he must have not felt certain enough
"I want you to just sit relaxed like this, while I kiss you. Just feel how I'm using my mouth on you. Then you'll try it on me, okay?" He nodded again, eagerness returning to his expression. I grinned briefly. God, he really was so sweet and endearing. "First, we'll just start casual. Let's say you want to give a kiss to greet someone on friendly terms. Not someone you've been dating, nothing sexual."
"Okay. Is it the way you would kiss me if we met in public? As friends?"
"Yeah, sure." I smiled cheerfully. "Hey Zach, how are you?" I leaned in to give him a quick buss on the cheek. "See, friendly. The kind of kiss you'd give your own relative. You don't really need me to show you that, but it's just a place to start." It never hurt to start from scratch anyway.
"Would you ever kiss me like that in public, Brinna?"
"Do I need to start greeting you with a kiss on the cheek?" I teased.
