The classroom is alive with quiet energy as students settle into their seats, books and laptop spread out in front of them. Some whispers to neighbors, exchanging note, while other stare at the board, reviewing materials before the lectures begins. The professor walks in, greeting the class and the room gradually grows silent as attention shifts toward the front.
The lecture starts, with professor writing the question on the board, speaking clearly, explaining the concept while pausing occasionally for question. Pens scratch against the paper and soft whisper carry as students discuss the point quietly. The clocks tick steadily, each minute marked by the shifting posture of the restless students.
The lecture is moving along when movement near the doorway catches his eye. Henry looks up just in time to see Ava walking past his classroom, her figure framed briefly by the light of the hallway. She's talking to her friends, smiling completely unaware of his glance.
He looks down on his phone, thumbs struck on the keyboard for a second before he finally types.
"I think I just saw you walk past my class."
After he sends the message, he looks at the board, then down at his phones screen.
Ava (haha yeah, that's me. I was heading to my next class)
A smile spreads across his face, he shifts his seat, more focused than before.
(you looked amazing, almost took my attention) he replies her message.
A second later, his phone vibrates from her message.
(guess I owe you an apology)
His phone vibrates again.
(coffee after the class?)
With a grin, he sends (okay.)
He sets his phone face-down on the desk, a quiet smile lingering as he turns his attention back to the front of the classroom.
The class is quiet except for the steady voice of the professor when somethings flutters onto his desk. He looks down just a small folded note lands beside his notebook.
He glances around but everyone seems focused on the lecture except Alice. She catches his eye, her lips curve into a quick, inaudible but understandable word (OPEN IT).
Slowly, carefully, he slides the note closer with her finger, hiding it beneath his hand. A few handwritten words peek out, simple but unmistakable. (meet me at the toilet, now).
He looks up across the row, amazed and shocked. She tilts her head slightly toward the door indicating they go now while the professor keeps talking, unaware.
The lecture is in full swing when she gathers her things, moving with careful precision. She slips he notebook in the bag, zips it slowly, and slides her chair back just enough to stand without drawing the attention. Her eyes flick toward the front of the room- the professor is focused on the board, back turned.
Keeping her head down, she steps toward the door, timing her movements with the sound of the chalk tapping and slips out into the hallway while her classmate remained in awe, wondering what's she is doing today.
After a moment of hesitation, Henry raises his voice, "Sir?"
"yes" the professor turns and says mid-sentence.
"uh-may I go to the bathroom?" he asks, voice polite but nervous.
The professor studies him briefly, the nods. "Go ahead."
"Thank you," he says and heads out for the door while the lecture resumes behind him, the sound of teaching fading as he slips into the hallway, he exhales and heads to the bathroom.
In the hallway, he sees Alice waiting for him, they exchange a quick glance- half nervous, half amused, before heading toward the nearest bathroom. The campus is quieter here, footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor.
Closing door softly behind them, catching their breath, smiling at the absurdity, they move closer, voices dropping into whispers.
"You are insane," he whispers softly in her hears.
In the closeness of the small space, he brushes a strand of hair from her face; she leans in, resting her forehead against his.
She presses her body against him, Henry could feel her big round breast through her top. They kiss gently, his hand instinctively cups her pussy, he could tell she was already wet, soaking the panties.
"I've longed for this after that night," she moans into his ear.
He rubs her pussy through the panties, slides it slightly down and inserts two fingers.
"Oh fuck," she gasped softly, her head leaning on his shoulder. "oh-yes."
He pumps his finger in and out, her thigh starts to tremble as she was close to cum. He pressed her against the wall, covered her lips with his hand hiding her cry of pleasure as he fingered her. A moment later, she broke with muffled scream as she came.
she strokes his dick through the fabric and feel him twitch. She bends over, unbutton and unzip his jeans. Her finger tugging down his shirt, his hard dick pointing at her face. She gripes his dick with her finger, presses it tip against her mouth, licks his pre-ejaculate before sucking it.
"Your dick is delicious," she mumbles at him. "I can eat it all day."
He shoves his dick into her mouth again, she moans desperately as he thrust in and out her lip again and again, holding her by her hair.
"I want it inside me," she whimpers at him. He makes her stand up, turns her around, presses her breast against the wall, shoves her skirt up, and starts pushing his dick inside.
He fucks her, her pussy enveloping his dick. He was going flat out, pounding for all he can.
"faster," she demands with her voice low.
She was panting and moaning, he could just hear the word "oh god, I'm gonna cum again."
"oh yes yes," he moans in pleasure. "I'm cumming."
He pulls himself out and came, splashing his sperm all over her ass, his cock pulsing. They stay frozen for a moment, exhausted, breathing hard until they hear a footstep. Upon hearing the footstep, they slowly pull their dresses up, steadily and cautiously.
After the footstep dwindles away, they step back, straighten themselves, exchanges a smile and slips back into the hallway.
He enters the colleges cafeteria, buzzing with the low hum of the conversation and the occasional clatter of the trays. Amid the sea of students, his eyes spotted Ava, sitting at the table, alone, waiting impatiently yet smiles softly when she notices him waving at her.
"Hey, sorry I'm a little late," he said, his breath a little uneven.
"No worries," she replied, her voice warm, "I wasn't waiting for long."
He smiled, feeling the tension melt as he sits beside her. They ordered their drinks, the noise of the cafeteria fading into background as their conversation began.