For Talina, college was a blast. However, some classes were a flat-out bore. Professor Dougherty's early morning Anthropology 101 defined boring. The subject matter could be dry and the professor had a terrible presentation style. She spoke in a monotone and her bland presentation of facts was often accompanied by slide after uninteresting slide. The sole appeal of the class was that virtually everyone could get a "B" with minimal effort.
As she entered class, she saw the screen and projector that indicated today was going to be one of those endless presentations. Moving past several bleary-eyed students, Talina mounted the stairs to the back of the theater style classroom. She placed her backpack on the narrow table and took off her baseball cap. Shaking her long ponytail free, she dropped into a chair in the last row. At least the seats were padded and comfortable. She opened her notebook and flicked her blond hair behind the chair. The sophomore spun sideways and sprawled her long legs onto the seat next to her. If she had to endure the next 60 minutes, she might as well be relaxed.
Attendance was typical. While the room could seat 150, only about 30 students were scattered about the class.
When Professor Dougherty entered, she dimmed the lights and worked on the projector. The professor was an overweight, middle-aged woman. Her bland appearance and personality were reflected in her wardrobe: gray pantsuit and plain shoes.
Talina kicked off her sandals, stretched her feet and wriggled her brightly painted toes. Since spring had arrived on campus, she was dressed for the sun. Her blue cotton shorts were thigh length and comfortably baggy. Her white t-shirt had pink trim at the sleeves and the scoop front collar. It ended just above her waist and exposed some of the skin of her tanned belly.
The professor moved to the lectern, brought up the first picture and started her presentation.
Talina paid enough attention to confirm that the material was identical to that covered in the assigned reading. Therefore, she didn't feel compelled to take notes. She set her pen onto the table and crossed her arms across her chest.
Just five minutes into the class, most everyone was bored. Before the class was over, Talina knew several of her classmates would be dozing. The semi-darkness would conceal the napping, but even the obvious cases didn't seem to trouble the professor. She was much too into the material to notice the students.
As she snuggled lazily into the chair, Talina's mind started to wander. It was Friday morning and her thoughts turned to the upcoming Spring Fling Weekend. Geared to be a blast of parties before settling into finals, Talina hoped it would mean the end of her recent sexual dry spell. The sad fact was it had been months since she'd broken up with her boyfriend. She was eager to hook up for some action and much needed relief. Talina had her eye on a couple of available prospects and the potential sex excited her.
As she worked over the possibilities in her mind, she realized her hand had unconsciously started to massage her breast. She quickly looked toward the front of the class and confirmed that everything was as dull as usual. Her backpack and her position high in the back blocked the view of the professor or anyone else from below who might turn in her direction. The darkness created a sense of invisibility and isolation. Free from concern about detection, Talina decided to pursue the good feeling.
The movement of her fingers on her breasts stimulated a low-grade, garden-variety horniness. It fed on itself. Maybe it was the long time since she had shared sex, but she felt a strong sexual desire that approached a necessity. The more she massaged; the better she felt. The better it felt; the stronger the desire burned. The hotter the desire; the more she wanted to stimulate.
Letting her eyelids droop, Talina licked her lips and shifted from her left breast to her right. Her thoughts drifted to some favorite erotic fantasies: romantic music, fine wine, sexy lingerie and an attractive stranger. She could feel her nipples harden. Talina alternated between gently squeezing her breasts and feathering her fingers across the aroused nipples. A thrill went through her body and she studiously suppressed a shiver of pleasure.
Talina glanced surreptitiously toward the droning professor. Despite the darkness, the public setting added a level of excitement to her masturbation. She had fantasized about sex in public, but had always been too shy to engage in anything nearly so open. This gave her a sense of wantonness.
A lecherous grin crossed her lips and she slipped her hand under her t-shirt. Undoing the clasp at the front of her bra, Talina embraced the warm flesh of her tit. She breathed deeply and rolled her head back. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. As the fondling became increasingly sensual, a warm glow spread in her lower abdomen. Talina dropped her free hand to her lap. The back of her fingers stroked the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She squirmed in the chair and shifted her hips to put more pressure on her neatly trimmed pussy.
Her body was urging her to go all the way. Her remaining caution made her do one last scan of the classroom. She saw a movement to her right. Squinting in that direction, Talina saw a student she hadn't noticed before. The girl was also in the last row and seated in the far corner. Talina froze self-consciously. From that location, the student had a direct view of Talina's antics.
As her eyes adjusted to the darkness in the corner of the room, she looked more closely and it appeared that the woman might be dozing. But then it became obvious that the movement Talina had seen was the coed's arm moving slowly across her chest. Staring in disbelief, it appeared the girl was rubbing her breasts in almost a mirror image of what Talina had been doing minutes before.
Talina didn't know the woman well, but they had shared some classes. She was fairly sure her name was Dawn. Since Dawn's eyes were closed, Talina continued staring at the erotic performance. Dawn was attractive, a little below average in height and exuded a dark sensuality. She had large breasts and a big halo of curly black hair. Unlike Talina's casual attire, Dawn was dressed a little upscale for a class. Her revealing blouse seemed to be a black floral print with a cinched waist. The thin fabric was stretched tight across her breasts. Her pleated miniskirt was pistachio green and came midway down her thighs. Her legs rested on the adjacent chair and were pointed toward Talina.
Completely enthralled, Talina watched Dawn's hand caress her breasts. It fed her own desire and she returned to teasing her own tits inside her shirt. She felt a surge of hormones and a wicked arousal from the combination of her masturbation and the unexpected voyeurism. She experienced an electric combination of fear of being discovered in such a public place and the thrill of mounting physical pleasure.
Dropping her head and sinking slightly more into the chair, Talina began moving the hand in her lap gently on the surface of her shorts. It increased the warm feeling in her panties.
She looked back toward Dawn. Talina was shocked to see Dawn's eyes were open and focused directly on her. Talina's mouth opened and she stiffened. She'd been caught. With one hand inside her shirt and the other rubbing her crotch, there was no mistaking what Talina was doing.
Her heart raced in panic and her thoughts turned toward fleeing the classroom in embarrassment. While frozen in indecision, Talina realized that although Dawn was staring at her, she had not slowed her own masturbation. In fact, Dawn was now using both hands to openly fondle her breasts through her blouse.
Talina didn't continue, but neither did she move her hands or turn away. She was transfixed by Dawn's bawdy show. As she watched, Dawn smiled and winked. Talina was both surprised and charmed by the absurd, flirtatious gesture. Dawn was clearly uninhibited and had no intention of stopping.
A quick glance confirmed that no one else was aware of the passion in the last row. They seemed alone in their own separate existence. Talina was both unsure of what to do and unexpectedly aroused. She still felt a strong urge to masturbate and her hands seemed eager to continue. However, her natural reticence and the strangeness of the situation battled with her desire. Although she was torn, the thought crossed her mind that college was all about exploring and discovery. It was followed by the idea that how often do you get to live out a fantasy: sex; in a public place; with a stranger. It tipped the balance. With a mental shrug, she recommenced rubbing her tits and then her genitals with more gusto than before.
Dawn smiled broadly and nodded her approval. Talina felt naughty and giddy. It was as if she was back in junior high school with her girlfriends breaking some minor taboo. But, this was so much more. This was the stuff of midnight fantasies.
Biting her lip and looking around secretively, Dawn opened two buttons on her blouse and revealed a lacy red bra and deep cleavage. Her fingers move along the top of her bra and lingered between her tits. Trying to discern a reaction, her eyes never left Talina.
Talina stared back and silently mouthed the words, "Your bra is beautiful."
