It's a week before finals, and we both need a good grade in this class. We were both psychology majors and that put us in a lot of the same classes. I've always tried to sit close to you in class so that I could talk to you and get to see your beautiful face, and body, a few times a week. And what better class to make a move on you in than Psych 355, Human Sexuality.
It's a warm spring day while I'm sitting in class. I always like to get there early to watch you walk in. I see you walk through the door wearing a cute orange and white striped tank top and a cute little skirt to go with it. It must be a push up bra because your cleavage is pouring out of your shirt. You must want all the guys to look, but I like to think it's just for me. To top off the outfit you have the cutest rectangular framed glasses. Sexuality and innocence all at once.
I get to the library around 9 pm. You're already there on the 2nd floor in one of the private study rooms. I get up to the floor and walk around peaking into all the study rooms, excited to find you. Then I see you. You're as cute as ever sitting there studying. I walk in and see your eyes light up with excitement to see me. I shut the door as I walk in. I look around to make sure it was as private as it could be despite the windows in the room. As I walk over you I try to keep my eyes looking at yours, but they wander down your neckline. I think you noticed.
The hours flew by. Study topics ranged from anatomy to masturbation to fetishes. Human sexuality was an explicit class. The same topics gave me a smile with the ideas and images of you that I got. Your innocence could only allow you to blush. Through all of this I couldn't help but think you had to be turned on.
As the human sexuality subject turned to erogenous zones, I couldn't resist putting my hand on your thigh under the table. Your eyes lock on the books on the table, but you don't resist. Your shyness made you even more desirable. Without resistance I slide my hand further up your thigh. Your legs open up slightly as I continue to massage up and down your leg. My hand makes light strokes that start at your knee, then move up your thigh to brush against your panties, and return back down your leg. Your head leans back and your eyes close as I grab firmly and massage your leg. It's so hot watching your mouth open slightly as you let out a small gasp.
I glance out the window of the room to make sure no one can see as my hand comes out from under your skirt. I reach to the back of your neck and rub softly before running my fingers through your hair and grabbing a hold of your hair. With your hand in my hand, I move you closer and kiss you deeply. Our lips meet, only slightly opened. As I open my mouth more you do the same and our tongues touch each other. Electricity shoots through our bodies with our first kiss. My hands continue to run through your hair as I bite down on your lower lip softly and pull away.
As our kiss breaks we realize the time. Nearly midnight already and almost time for the study rooms to close.
"Do you want to continue this at my place?" I ask.
"The stacks upstairs are open all night. We should check that out." You say.
The thought of fooling around in the library is a fantasy of any college student, and we both know how fun and risky it will be. We scramble to pack up our books and rush to the elevator to head up to the stacks. On the way out of the room I grab your ass playfully to encourage the game. You jump and move faster down the hall. I like that you are playing a little hard to get.