Previous Part: Classroom Of Pleasures – Part 1 (The Meeting)
If you haven’t read the first two stories under this series, please do so.
I ran from the washroom to the third floor. T9 was my classroom. There were lifts. But waiting for them would mean ending up late on the first day of classes, which I did not want.
I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. My breasts bounced up and down in sync with my breathing. I was panting by the time I reached the third floor.
I entered the class. The professor hadn’t arrived yet. I looked around to see where I could spend the rest of my year. Executing my innumerable plans in my heart, head, and hormones.
I could see a lot of eyes ogling me. Some have a smirk, some discussing among themselves. But there was one pair of eyes that didn’t flinch. They kept looking at me straight as if calling out to me. It was the corner of the class, next to the window facing the empty property.
I almost knew my legs, heart, and mind would take me there. But she waved at me before they could. I didn’t hesitate. I started walking towards her. Not taking my eyes off her. She didn’t either. Hair tied in a ponytail, small yet sharp eyes that spoke all that she couldn’t.
Fair, as if competing with the ancient women of Egypt, slender shoulders, thin yet curvy upper body. Curves that actually showed perfectly through the top she wore. I thanked whoever chose this to be our college’s uniform! I didn’t want the walk towards her to end.
She saw me walking towards her. She saw me checking her out. She had a smile on her face. Man, it could brighten the dark side of the moon. I thought. She then did what I didn’t think she would. She was sitting near the window. She moved along the bench.
She kept her right leg outside the bench, showing me her toned legs. The anklet she wore stayed in that position for a sec as if she read my mind wanting to get a glimpse of her undies. She didn’t show. Sigh.
She put her other leg out and turned around. She gave me a good view of her tight, firm ass through her skirt, turned back and stood there, waiting for me to get in. I smiled, looking at her. She smiled back. I was dead.
I went inside. Kept my bag to the side, which, when I think today, would have given her a good view of my thighs and the outline of my underpants. We both sat and what followed was a deafening silence. I knew I had to break the ice. I had to speak to her. But didn’t know how or what to say.
I gathered all my guts and spoke, “You look deliciously kissable.”
Fuck! What did I just say? No! ‘You just screwed it up.’ I fumbled and thought to myself.
She stared at me in utter disbelief and burst out into laughter. I thought I was done. I lost any chance that I had to get to know her better.
The whole class turned around and looked at us. Her laughter died down. But she still had a smile on her face. That was encouraging.
“Vidhi,” she spoke with a smile and put her hand forward. I had never felt so relieved. I shook hands with her. Her hands felt like silk.
Vidhi: Are you still kissing me in your head? Or would you also want to tell me your name?
Me: Already a thousand times. I am Meghana!
I didn’t know what gave me the confidence. I kept speaking my heart to her, worrying about the consequences only after speaking. But her smile reassured me.
Our eyes didn’t stop meeting each other’s every time we looked. There was this strange sexual tension, mixed with instant attraction developing.
What’s happening? Who has first days like these? I kept wondering.
I occasionally took a peek at her curves. The skirt rode up to her thighs. Nipples hardened through her shirt. I practically undressed her in my head every time I got a chance.
I couldn’t understand how quickly I fell for her. But she certainly could sense most of what I was going through. I was drooling, and my mind did not seem to stop.
Vidhi: You seem hungry…
I took my eyes away. I felt weird. I didn’t say anything.
Vidhi: Don’t look away. I never said I had a problem.
Saying this, she took my right hand underneath the table. She looked around to see if someone saw us. No one was in the rows beside ours, with the last two rows mostly empty. Knowing that things were safe, she put my right hand on her inner thighs under her skirt.
Fuck! My heart stopped. She looked towards the board and looked back into my eyes without hesitation. As if this was exactly what she wanted.
Vidhi: I don’t want you to overreact, but I saw you from behind while walking through the quadrangle. I was mesmerized by what I saw. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since. The flying skirt, the shape of your ass, the way you walked.
Vidhi: The moment I saw you walking in the class, I lost all my inhibitions. All I could think about was you. And when I heard those words from you, I would have kissed you right then and there. If only we wouldn’t have been where we are.
Me: I… ummm… I…
I couldn’t speak a word more. We both started looking away towards the board. My hand was still on her flesh. She held them again and looked into my eyes for one more time. This time with more confidence.
And slowly, I could sense my hand moving closer to her panties. The wetness, the hotness around and our hearts beating like a drum roll, I could feel them all. She left my hand, trusting me to take over. I obliged. I had decided! Decided to make her mine today.
I ran my index and middle fingers slowly around her inner thighs. Making her shiver slightly. I traced her panty lines, ensuring that no single part of her body was visible to anyone except me.
She had completely surrendered. She folded her hands close to her curvy breasts and leaned on the table. She pressed herself while my fingers traced her glory hole. I placed my index finger over her clit over her netty underwear and slowly flicked them over.
I pressed them, twitched them, and ran my fingers up and down. Her expressions changed as if an unsaid pleasure started to build inside her. She slightly arched her back. I could feel more juices flowing into her panty. It was soaked.
I gently spread her panty aside and scooped her wet salty juices with two of my fingers. Waited until I was sure no one from the class saw, but ensured she did, I put them straight into my mouth and licked them.
Me: I wish I could drink all of it sitting underneath you.
Vidhi: Fuck, don’t. Don’t entice me or I’ll cum just listening to you. Do something. Please.
I went near her ear and told her, “I have a challenge for you. I promise you won’t regret it.”
Vidhi: I have crossed the stage of regret..there’s no looking back now. What do I do?
Me: Drop your panties. I want to smell them and lick them. Right fucking now.
Vidhi wasn’t expecting this. She didn’t even look at me. She kept looking at the blackboard. She didn’t give me any reaction, and the wait killed me.
She suddenly stood up.
Vidhi: Ma’am, please excuse me. I need to use the restroom.
Saying this, she took out a small foldable bag and went to the loo. She came back after a few minutes. Time stopped until she arrived, anticipating all that would happen next.
She carefully sat down, slowly opening the zip of the bag she took and handed me over the most priced possession ever. It was a white, netted panty. I had held it in my hand under the table, but the smell of her pussy juices intoxicated the fuck out of me.
I put my head down and faced her from the sides. Carefully took out her panty and sniffed like a mad dog.
Fuck!
We both exclaimed. And in one swift motion, I put the part where her pussy juices flowed, in my mouth, licking them clean. I had never tasted anything like that before. The moment was priceless. Her expressions were priceless.
I sniffed, sniffed for a while more. Saw her breathe heavily, unable to concentrate on anything. As if the classroom did not exist. I saw her gently unbutton her shirt’s second and fourth buttons around her belly button.
My jaw dropped. She had removed her bra, too, while in the restroom. There she was, a 19-year-old, completely naked under her uniform. With a wet pussy, two buttons unbuttoned, on the first day of college, waiting for me to make the next move to satisfy her sexual urges. Who would have thought?
I could sense her restless, constantly looking at me to do something. I asked her to lean down on the desk slightly so I could access her navel and breasts without getting caught. I carefully wet my fingers and put my hand inside her shirt.
What my hand grabbed is something I can never explain. Soft breasts that felt like kneading dough. Fuck I pressed them so hard. I kept kneading them under the desk with one hand. I wet my fingers again and ran my index finger and thumb over her nipples, pinching them.
“Fuck don’t,” Cried vidhi in a muffled voice.
“Why?” I asked
Vidhi: They are very sensitive. I once had an orgasm just by stimulating them, which was probably the best orgasm of my life.
Before she could finish, I started pinching them again. Slowly but strongly. Occasionally circling the areolas. Wetting them with my saliva. Kneading them. I kept doing it. She kept reaching an inch closer to her orgasm.
She, by now, had completely put her head down. I could see her thrusting the bench slightly back and forth. I removed my hand and placed two fingers of my right hand underneath her pussy from behind.
Fuck, were they waterfalls?
She was wet as fuck. The moment I kept my fingers beneath, her thrusting speed increased. She looked at me from the sides, biting her finger. Going back and forth.
Aah, what a sight.
But we couldn’t have continued like this for long. Just then, I remembered something I had in my bag. Without removing my fingers, I opened my bag with the other hand to show her what I had. Cucumber in my lunch bag!
“Give now,” Vidhi cried in ecstasy.
I took it out, and in went the cucumber under her skirt. She placed the cucumber under her wet pussy on the bench. She sat on it and started riding it like a horny woman, slowly, carefully, to avoid getting caught.
She kept doing it. I could see her go numb. She dug her nails into my right thigh. Aaah, a silent gasp came out of her mouth. And suddenly, her world stopped. She cum, cum mountains.
Almost as if she had fallen unconscious. She fell on the desk. Breathing heavily. I smiled. So did my pussy. Wet as fuck witnessing a stranger woman put on a show for me. I reached out to my bag for a couple of tissues to clean up the bench.
The cucumber would go in my mouth without wasting a drop of her juices.
To be continued.