EroticReverie

*commissioned*

After we get situated, putting our clothes back to normal, Sam comments about how now the lecture hall smells like sex and she laughs as she spritzes herself with a body spray.

I watch her as she walks towards the doors to unlock them for the students, wishing we had more time before class, because all I want to do now, is fuck her again, and again. Against the walls. Against the chalk board, and bent over one of the students desks. Thinking about all the way I want her , does me no favors as I grow hard again behind my desk as she walks back down. 

I look over her corves and up to her gorgeous face as she gives me a little wink smiles as walks back over. 

She walks around the desk and perches her ass on the edge of the desk, crossing her arms and looking down at me. 

As soon as I lift my hand up her dress, and grip her inner thigh, a student comes in and my hands drops and I clear my throat. 

she giggles and turns, and welcomes the student. 

As the rest of them file in slowly, I watch her stop by one of the kid's desks and lift a paper from it. I watch her skim the paper than set it down and then point to the paper and say something , and the boy nods, and looks at the paper, but his eyes then go to her chest as she leans in, not even realizing her tits are brushing his shoulder. I fight the urge to laugh, as well as the urge to punch the little punk for looking at her chest , for the way he adjusts in his seat slightly. I let out a slight chuckle. 

After a minute when everyones there , I let Sam pass out the tests for today. When she's done and everyone has started she comes to sit with me, as we normally do, quietly discussing class plans, or other teacher bullshit. 

We always sit side by side, as we look at my lap top. So it's not weird to any of the students when Sam pulls up a chair and sits directly beside me. She fights a little grin as she pulls the chair next to mine. She taps my shoe with her own playfully and I smile and shake my head, then click through the icons, and folders to pull up topics for the next few classes. 

My eyes dart down, when I feel her hand on my thigh. 

I turn my head then to her, but she just juts her chin towards the screen. 

"Focus Mr. Crosby" she whispers quietly as her hand then slides between my legs, teasing my fucking dick as she rubs her hand back and forth slowly. 

I swallow hard as I point to the first topic and start to speak quietly, and she just nods, as if her hand isn't on me, as if my dick isn't being fucking tortured right now. 

I feel my brow start to sweat, so fucking nervous that every single student will look down and somehow know what's going on under the desk, even though she's barely moving her upper arm, and is turned slightly in her seat. 

"I think we sh-" I start quietly but I'm cut off by her hand grabbing my dick through my pants. 

"Jesus" I jump slightly and drop the pen I was using to point the screen with. 

She gives a little laugh and points with her free hand, speaking quietly about the topics, but her hand strokes me through my pants, her grip firm , rubbing up and down my shaft, then her fingers going down to my balls and I take a deep breath to calm myself, to focus on not letting our the sounds of pleasure that I want to. I focus on keeping my face neutral and just nodding to whatever the hell she's saying because I can't fucking focus on anything other than her hand on my dick. 

I pull up notepad on my screen. And see her smirk a little as I type.

"I'll get you back for this." I type. She nods. 

"You touching me like this...with the classroom full of students....is bad.....very bad Sam."

She nods again. 

"Yeah, it is." she says casually.

"This is so bad." she shakes her head as if in dismay, but secretly agreeing to how wrong she is for jerking me off through my pants in the middle of class. 

"I'm going to spank you so fucking hard for this." I type. 

"Hmmm" She cocks her head and points. "Do you think that's true though?" she asks cocking her head looking at me as her hand brushes up and down my cock.  Speaking quietly but as if we're having a casual discussion. 

It annoys me slightly, how easily she acts as if nothing is happening, but I wonder if it'd be so easy for her if the tables were turned and it was my hand on her instead. 

"yes. I believe it is." I say quietly through gritted teeth. 

"Hmmm." she hums and grips my cock hard. Squeezing it firmly and stroking through my pants and I fight the urge to cum in my god damn pants.

"I'm going to fucking cum in my pants if you keep going." I type on the screen.

She lets out a little hum and points to the screen.

"Yeah, I think you should do that." she says quietly as if were having a completely normal discussion. 

Within the next ten seconds i'm over the edge, and jump slightly, resting my elbow on the desk , lifting my finger to my mouth and biting on the side of it hard as I make a mess in my pants like some god damn 13 year old boy. 

I feel her fingers push over the tip, rubbing it and she lets on the slightest giggle. 

She slides he hand from my lap and reaches to the laptop sliding it towards her and starts to type on it. 

"That was so hor."

"I love making you cum."

"I'm so fucking wet right now" 

"I wish you could bend me over and fuck my god damn brains out right now."

I let out an exhale as I follow her typing on the screen.

"Don't you wish you could bend me over like a little slut and let all of them watch you give it to me nice and hard?" 

"Yes" I answer. 

I see her smile as she continues to type. 

"I love fucking you Patrick." 

"Yeah. I think the same thing." I say, and she smirks at how I'm the one now casually talking and replying to her sexual text. 

"I love how it feels pushing into my cunt."

"The first time you fucked me , felt so fucking good." 

"I've wanted your cock for so long, my pussy needed it so bad Patrick."

"I want you to fill me full of cum today Patrick" 

"I want my pussy dripping with your load" 

Good god, Sam was a dirty fucking girl, and I loved it. She was exciting, she was gorgeous, playful, and smart. I enjoyed being around her, even more so now.  I watched her type again. 

"I want you to lay me on this desk, with my head hanging over the edge while you fuck my throat like it's my pussy." 

I gaped at the screen and then turned to look at her. Catching the little smirk on her face as she just continued to look at the screen. 

"I want to suck your cock so bad right now" 

"And rub my pussy all over your face." 

"My pussy is throbbing, and is fucking soaked, I need to be fucked Patrick....right now."

I groan, wanting nothing more than to fuck her right this very second. I looked around the class and prayed they finished soon.  It drove my crazy to watch her squirm in her chair slightly, wondering how hard she was squeezing her thighs together, and how much the slight movements helped her aching pussy find some relief.

"after class...you're mine Patrick." she types.

"We have the faculty meeting after" I whisper. 

I see a little pout over her face. 

I turn the laptop towards me.

"but if you're a good girl, we can sit in the back and you can spread your legs and let me pay you back for the mess in my pants." I type and she gives a quiet giggle.

"you woulldnt" she whispers.

"I would. And I will. You've made me do quiet a few things recently that I never thought I'd do. You drive me fucking crazy Sam." I type. 

"I'm going to play with that pussy, and feel how wet it is when i drag my finger up and down between your pussy lips." I type. 

"I'll finger you nice and slow, tease you, make you even more wet when I rub that little clit."

"Think you can stay quiet while Professor fingers you Mrs. Goldman?" I ask. 

I see her look towards me so I look to her. 

She turns slight in her chair and lifts her dress slowly, inviting me as she spreads her legs. 

"I dare you." she whispers.

I grin and type again on my laptop. 

"not right now, I want you to really need it." I type. 

"I do." she whispers.

"Not bad enough. I want your cunt dripping all the way down your legs."

"If I was standing, it would be." she whispers and I dont look directly but see her slip her hand between her legs and she rests her elbow on the desk as shes turned towards me. I look around at the class, then between her legs and see her fingering herself.

"You're crazy" I say with a little girn.

"Mmhmm" she nods with a grin.

"Now touch it" she smiles.