2 comments/ 10447 views/ 15 favorites In Front of Four-Hundred By: LustyMadame "Alright, I need a couple volunteers here..." The professor swept the lecture hall and began to walk up the steps towards my row. Why did I pick today to sit near the aisle? Why did I choose then to meet my professor's searching gaze? He walked up to me and held the microphone to my face. "Would you be a brave soul and volunteer for us, please?" he asked. I couldn't shake my head no—the humiliation of declining such a prestigious opportunity would be worse than facing it. I nodded, shrugging. "Okay," I said, forcing away the blush in my face. "You're single, right? Not breaking any rules here?" he clarified. "Yeah, I'm single." "Good, good." Out of four-hundred students, the professor chose me, and so I sat up in my chair and followed him down the steps to the front of the lecture hall. The slideshow of proper kissing techniques were still presented on the large projector overhead and frozen on the awkward photo of a guy practically devouring the girl's lips. I attended one of the only universities in the state that offered an in-depth sex class. The whole semester we got to learn about sex positions, sexual behavior, oral and anal sex, and even the art of kissing and flirting. Everything anyone ever needed to know about the art in the bedroom was right here in this class. I didn't take it because I was ignorant in such knowledge—I took it because I was curious. Was I doing sex right? I never thought there was a right or wrong way to have sex, but apparently so. Today was our lecture on how to kiss properly—all manners of kissing, too. From pecks to lip nibbling to all-out tongue wrestling. I walked to the front of the lecture hall and stood there awkwardly as the professor turned to the class, announcing: "I need a male volunteer, please! Let's see...who's going to be the lucky guy?" He walked all the way to the back of the lecture hall and I tuned him out. I was dying to know who I was about to make out with in front of four-hundred other people, but a part of me didn't want to know. It didn't matter. Kiss and be done with it. I just begged it wasn't some nerdy, horribly inexperienced guy. The last thing I wanted to do was clash teeth with someone with braces. "You, sir, are you up for it?" the professor asked. He was so far back in the room I could barely make him out of the endless rows of eyes, backpacks, and faces. Half the class was turned to watch the professor choose his next victim, and the other half was watching me. A girl in the front row met my eyes and smiled. "You nervous?" she asked. I shrugged, smiling back. "I guess, yeah. Wasn't expecting this when I woke up this morning," I sniggered. Several other people in earshot laughed, too. "Don't worry, we won't judge," she promised. "Well, at least I won't." "Thanks." "Yeah, okay," a deep, male voice said into the microphone. "Single?" the professor clarified. "Sure am." "Alright, looks like we got our lucky winner!" I looked to where the professor's orange sweater walked back down to the front of the lecture hall, trailed by a tall guy in a black leather jacket. Oh shit. The guy was gorgeous. He was darker skinned and had the on-comings of a five-o-clock shadow on his chin, his face long and lean-boned. A crooked, endearing smile, a carefully defined nose, and piercing dark blue eyes summed up a face carved by Michelangelo. His hair was raven-black, wavy, and plentiful, and there were cute little black curls at the base of his neck just above the rim of his jacket. Even through the clothes, I could tell this guy was lean but muscular—he must work out or play some type of sport. At least it wasn't a nerd with glasses and braces. But this was almost worse. His eyes met mine as he walked up to the front of the lecture hall and his crooked grin became more defined, traveling up into his eyes. He stopped right next to me, putting me between him and the professor. The guy stuffed his hands in his pockets, rocked comfortably in his black Adidas, and I felt my heart push against my sternum. My eyes drifted to his lips—I couldn't help it. I was about to kiss him, after all, and they were full and intoxicating against his dark skin. "So, we've got two very brave souls up here," the professor said, waving to us. The class giggled with nervous bubbles. Yeah, it was nothing compared to what was going on in my stomach. I really liked our professor—he was funny and easy-going talking about otherwise very embarrassing class content. Saying "swallowing semen" in front of four-hundred college students would have been hilarious and awkward from any other professor, but he seemed so at home with it. He went on a tangent about penis sizes earlier this week, and I listened, totally engrossed and forgetting that we were in a college lecture hall. The four-hundred other students in this class were strangers, but we all shared a discretion. We could talk about our worst and best sex experiences with the nameless person sitting next to us, and they wouldn't judge. I'd never seen this guy standing in front of me before. I would have remembered his face if I had—he could've stood out of a crowd of ten thousand because of his sheer masculine beauty. He put most male models to shame. "How are you two doing?" the professor asked, breaking me out of my stare. I glanced at him, then at the class, and nodded. "Good," I said, making sure my voice carried and didn't crack under the pressure. "He good enough for you?" the professor laughed. I laughed with the class. "Yep. He'll do fine." "And what about you, fine sir?" He turned his attention to the Greek god standing two feet away. I looked at his face, but he was still staring at me. I tried very hard not to get locked in his gaze, but with those ocean-blue eyes it was a difficult feat. "A bit nervous," this guy admitted with that deep bass of a voice. "But I'm fine." "Is she close to your type at all?" the professor wondered, just to play around with us. The class giggled as he shrugged with raised eyebrows. "Pretty close," he said. I grinned sheepishly. "So, what're your names?" the professor said, handing the microphone to me. I took it and noticed my hands were shaking. I hoped nobody else could notice. "Alina," I said. "Alina, wow, that's an exotic one!" the professor said with approval and then he handed the mic to the guy across from me. "Jeremy," he announced. "Alright, Jeremy, Alina, I'm going to ask you to do something..." The class laughed at the short pause and he grinned, too. He put his hand out for emphasis. "I want you to role-play. You know, start out tame, then we'll get a little more, how would you put it, hot and spicy, alright?" I laughed to ease the tension and raised my eyebrows at Jeremy. His crooked smile reappeared and his arrogance shone through, too. He was testing me?! The class hollered and cheered. "First off, the video went on describing the affectionate kiss. The short peck on the lips, just to say 'Hello, honey! Good to see you again!' Not that I'm trying to compare you two to an old married couple, but you get my point." We all laughed along. "Let me ask you something. Jeremy, when going for the affectionate kiss, do you think the guy should initiate?" Jeremy nodded. "Yes." "Can the girl initiate this, too?" "Of course," he said, agreeing with the rest of the mumbling class. "It can go either way." "Which, in your opinion, do you think is better?" "If the girl does," he said without skipping a beat. The professor immediately turned to me. "And, Alina, which would you prefer—the guy or you initiating the affectionate kiss?" "The guy," I said with a placating smile at Jeremy. "Ah!" the professor noted. "An impasse, I see... Alright, here's what we'll do. We'll do both. How about that?" "Sure," Jeremy and I said at the same time. "Jeremy, you first, you first. Show us your best affectionate kiss on miss beautiful Alina here," he said, waving and encouraging him towards me. The professor took a step back and the class went silent. Jeremy and I locked eyes and we were both still testing each other with our crooked smiles. His eyes were shining. "You okay?" he mumbled, just for gentlemanly sake. "Do what you gotta do," I laughed. And then, Jeremy took a small step forward and stood right in front of me. I could feel his body heat and it sent goosebumps to my arms. I tilted my chin up to see his eyes boring into mine, and then one of his hands swept through my hair at the back of my neck and it pulled my whole neck and face closer. Or maybe that was me, reacting to the irrational tug in my chest that sent me to my tiptoes, reaching for him. He was so tall! He dipped his head and I closed my eyes with a silent, internal sigh. His lips swiped affectionately against mine, soft and sweet, and though I was yielding and equally soft I let him do the work. I didn't realize it would be so hard to keep appropriately still. And how did my hands end up on his sides, clutching him closer? He pulled away just as fast as the kiss started and I dropped my hands the same time he did. I was blushing smartly, in both adrenaline and embarrassment, because I became aware we just kissed in front of four-hundred other pairs of eyes. There was an "aw" sigh coming from a girl in the front row and a couple of guys hollered in approval. I opened my eyes to see him regarding me through slightly narrowed eyes, as if trying to decipher what just happened. The fire in my blood wasn't just on my end, was it? We took a small step back and let the icy air cool our resolve. I licked my lips and I tasted him on my skin—tangy, musky, and luxuriously inebriating. He didn't taste like anything in particular that I remembered, but it was delicious. Jeremy's eyes hardly swayed from mine and felt the heat of his gaze flushing on my chest. Something between my hip bones boiled and clenched, sending sparks and tingles to the crevice between my legs. My panties were wetter than usual, and my heart flustered in response. On the outside, I kept my cool, but my insides began to set fire. "That was remarkably sweet, Jeremy," the professor said, and his voice in the microphone behind me made me jump. "Well done, both of you. Now, please, Alina...show us how you would initiate such a kiss." On instinct, my eyes flickered away from the professor and up to Jeremy's face again. I got absorbed in him, and my yearning to kiss him was powerful. I wanted to feel his soft lips again, smell the scent on his skin, taste that musky deliciousness on my tongue. I didn't ask him if it was okay, because the dark blue fire in his eyes was too intoxicating to stop and ask questions. I flew up onto my tiptoes and my arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to meet me. Being in control, it was harder to rein myself in, but I still only playfully moved my lips against his for two seconds before I disengaged and stepped away. Only after I put the gap between us did I realize he'd put his hands on my waist. Oh my. The heat in my skin where he touched me through the clothes was heavenly. It took us a few seconds to look away from each other. Jeremy's mouth was firm, resolute, and the blue fire in his eye disappeared. I turned towards the professor with a small smile. He hadn't said anything. "Was that alright?" I mumbled. The class chuckled behind me as the professor nodded. "Yep. That was great," he encouraged. "Enthusiastic. That's good! I needed eager volunteers." He stepped up to the class and talked for a few more minutes about the nature of the affectionate kiss, giving me a few moments to steady myself and catch my breath. I knew my professor too well to hope that he wouldn't make Jeremy and I make out. And I tried to mentally prepare myself for that right around the corner. I refused to look in Jeremy's direction. "...most common in married couples," the professor wrapped up. He turned to us animatedly. "Now, the French kiss, on the other hand, is a bit more complicated. Volunteers, I promise this is going to be the most awkward part. Stick out your tongues for me, please." I pressed my tongue between my teeth as the class giggled. My expression was confused and placating. "That is the most important tool in French kissing. And it's not a free for all in there between your lips. There are horror stories where a bad French kisser would just shove their whole tongue into their partner's mouth—!" There were a series of disgusted sounds in the audience and I scrunched up my face. Yeah, I'd definitely experienced a horrible kisser like that. "So, yes, there is an art form to it. There is a correct way to move your tongue to enhance pleasure to both yourself and your partner. The video described two main pleasure points to the tongue—the tip and the underside. Tickling is one way to enhance the experience. There's also knotting, as the video described, where the tongues feel each other. The most effective strategy, though, is tantalizing. Teasing. Kissing is foreplay, and so it shouldn't be full-frontal aggressive all the time. "I'm going to ask these two to French kiss the correct way in demonstration. A physical example is better than a movie, in my opinion. Trust me, folks, you won't forget this!" I sure wasn't. The professor strode over to Jeremy's side and I looked at both of them. Our professor only came to Jeremy's shoulder and he handed him the microphone. "Okay, Jeremy," the professor started. "I, and the class, too, want to see the correct kissing technique we saw earlier today in the video. Do you know how to do that?" "Yes," he said right away. I couldn't help the blush as I regarded the Adonis again. How experienced was he? Judging by his arrogance, he'd gotten around, and knew his shit about kissing and sex in general. Not to mention his looks could win over Jessica Alba. "You sure?" the professor pressed, just to play with him, and the class laughed. Jeremy chuckled once under his breath, that crooked smile returned, and he nodded. "Yes, I'm sure," he said. "Alina? Do you know how to do the correct kissing technique?" "Not as confident," I snickered. "But yes, I think so." The professor smiled at both of us. "Don't get carried away, you two. You have an audience. Please...enlighten us." He took the microphone away and the whispers in the lecture hall faded away. As the professor backed up to give us comfortable space Jeremy and I locked gazes. I stepped up to him again, pressing my body against his, and as I met his glorious eyes I made a miniscule head nod just for him. Just like before, one of his hands locked the back of my hair, but his grip was tighter. The other went to my waist and grasped me closer. I obeyed and the tug in my chest lifted me to my tiptoes. I tilted my head to the right and closed my eyes just in time for Jeremy to dip effortlessly and seal my mouth with his. The heat of his mouth returned furiously, and the taste traveled across my tongue and all the way up into my nose. Exquisite rapture. His lips were just as soft, but there was eagerness and urgency to them that wasn't there before. It melted me, made me willing putty in his arms. My hands flew to the back of his neck, my fingers knotting through his sexy curls. He opened my lips with his and I felt the tip of his tongue line gently on my bottom lip. I couldn't take not tasting him anymore—I wanted to greet him, say hello in my own way. My tongue flicked against his, and is if being awoken to my presence, it lifted and then meshed against mine. Our tongues hugged and knotted for a brief second before I withdrew, traced the underside of his tongue with the tip of mine and then his bottom lip. When our tongues backed away for a brief second, our lips swayed to the rigorous tempo. I thought the kiss was going to stop—even though I begged for it not to, I'd only gotten the briefest true taste of him—but he didn't. His hands gripping my neck and waist squeezed tighter and crushed me into him. I could feel every line of his toned body through his jacket and shirt. I could feel the rapid pounding of his heart in his chest. He was just as crazy into this as I was. His mouth opened again and sucked me into another crazy episode of tongue-teasing, where he knotted against me, lush velvet and yet so relentlessly strong against mine, morphing me into shapes I never knew could bring such pleasure. The true kicker was when he flicked under my tongue several times back and forth, longer and faster each time, and I literally had to choke back the moan in my throat. Somebody cleared their throat and there was a low rumbling of chuckles. Jeremy and I seemed to come to awareness at the same time—we disengaged, slow enough to relish in a few last tastes of pure fire, but fast enough so that we weren't tempted to go back for more. As soon as his lips separated from mine I gasped in a breath, realizing the world spun very fast, and then took a dizzying step back. Our hands dropped, but our eyes didn't. I'm sure the fire in my eye, the dazzled look, was just as surprised and awed as his. He panted through his parted mouth for a second, his eyes scanning my face, my lips, back to my eyes, then quickly down my body before he closed his mouth and shook his head. He seemed to shake away the effects. I attempted to do the same, but the room wouldn't stop spinning. I refocused on looking elsewhere and I saw that girl in the front row mouth wow! and several over people whispering feverishly and excitedly. The professor clapped absently. "Well done, you two. That was a spectacular performance, and I appreciate your willingness to share that with us. Your torture is over—you can return to your seats now." Dazed, I watched Jeremy stroll off stage and head to the back of the classroom and to his chair. I went in the opposite direction and nearly fell in my seat. Everyone nearby stared at me and I busied myself with my notebook, pretending I suddenly remembered something urgent to write in my planner. What I really did was scramble for my phone and started to play Solitaire, refusing to look up for the remainder of the lecture. During that time, I tried not to replay that kiss at the front of the room over and over again but failed. I tried not to think of ways I could go up to Jeremy after class and ask for his number or wonder where the hell he learned to kiss like that. I tried not to rethink of the flawless planes of his face, the way his lips felt against mine, his cologne or taste of his skin and tongue, the slamming of his heart right up against mine, but this I failed, too. When class was dismissed, I gathered my stuff and was the first out of the hall. I was planning on ditching the rest of the day, seeing as I was so mentally distracted it wouldn't do me any good to show up anywhere now besides home. I wanted time to process what happened—the fire, the embarrassment, the everything. I didn't get the escape I hoped for. "Alina!" I recognized the bass voice and flinched at the summersault my heart performed and then whirled around to see Jeremy racing out of the lecture hall, his eyes probing mine as he closed the distance between us. He had a simple black side bag but that was all that had changed about him. The people from our class watched us curiously but I ignored them. "Hey," I mumbled. I didn't know what else to say to him, so I'm glad he broke the silence. "Could I speak to you alone for a moment?" I nodded and followed him into a cubby hole around the corner. He closed the door behind us and the chaos of the building outside drowned out. Nobody would be able to hear us. Jeremy didn't give me a chance to feel awkward we were suddenly alone after what happened—he immediately faced me and regarded me seriously through intense blue eyes. In Front of Four-Hundred "Please tell me that wasn't all on just my end," he said breathily, very fast, but he didn't seem nervous. Only excited and curious. "What?" I asked, feeling my heart glimmer with hope. He halted for a moment, his eyes searching, floundering for the right words. "When..." He stopped and then started again after a deep breath. "When I kissed you up there, I forgot it was in front of four-hundred other people. It was just you." I tilted my head and raised my eyebrows. He hastily continued. "It's got me insanely curious now. I owe you for the best kiss of my life." "That was the best kiss of your life?" I asked incredulously, trying to keep the wonder out of my voice. Abruptly, his face went hard. "It's up there," he said defensively. I suddenly laughed, overjoyed the whole fiery tension in that lecture hall was not just my overactive imagination. "Jeremy..." I relished in saying his name. "It wasn't just you. I felt it, too." His eyes twinkled with the same hope I felt in my chest. "Really?" "Yes." "Oh." He regained himself and narrowed his eyes at the floor before raising his chin again to meet me. "I was on fire up there. I...I didn't care that kiss was insanely inappropriate in front of an audience that big. All I cared about was you, and I wanted you to keep going," I said. "It was inappropriate," he mumbled, but I could tell he was invigorated by my enthusiasm. "Sorry about that." He didn't really sound all that sorry. "Don't worry about it." I flashed him a bold smile and he grinned crookedly. I tried very hard not to imagine him naked, but that was proving impossible by each passing second. Judging by his searching gaze on me, he was having trouble corralling his thoughts, too. "You wanna...just get this over with?" he asked lowly. "Get what over with?" I purred, raising my eyebrows in a dare. He cleared his throat. "I..." He swallowed convulsively and met my eyes. "Do you want to? I don't want to force you to do anything, but I want it and I just had to ask." "You want me?" I clarified. After a moment, he nodded. I smirked seductively. "You have no idea how bad I want you, too. And you know what, I'd love to just get this fucking thing over with. What do you say?" Apparently he couldn't take the tension between us anymore. He tugged me out of the room and into the lecture hall. There were no students here, the lights were off, and the exposure sent adrenaline under my skin. At any minute, somebody could walk in on us. Strangely, it turned me on and made me want him more. When we got to the first row of chairs, Jeremy turned me around, knotted his fingers through my hair, and mashed his mouth against mine. All the fire returned—and this time, we were not in front of four-hundred other people. Jeremy's mouth devoured my lips, hungrily searching the space between them. My tongue met his and we progressed to a vertical wrestling match, each side as equally desperate to let go and explore the other. My hands combed his hair, squeezed the back of his neck, and then unzipped his jacket so I could press against the hot, thin fabric of his t-shirt underneath. My fingers splayed against impressive chest and abs and teased the waistband of his low-hung jeans. He let out a low grown as I pushed my hips against his and he thrust me against the cold table. Our mouths broke apart. "I can't explain how sexy you are," he panted. "You just are." He kissed me again, pressing himself closer. I pulled my knees apart to allow him to step between them. My mound rubbed against his hardness straining against his jeans. We both moaned through our kiss. Jeremy's hand cascaded down my back, feeling the long strands of my hair, before he cupped my ass and pulled me closer. I hooked my thighs around his narrow hips, grinding my chest and crotch against his. Our lips broke apart and he sent a volley of hungry kisses along my jawbone and neck, sending goosebumps to my arms, and I helped him pull my shirt over my head. When his hands touched the bare skin of my waist, it left a wake of fire underneath. I trembled and moaned softly. Between kisses, we undressed in the lecture hall. He dropped his bag and leather jacket to the floor near his feet. His shirt joined the pile and he pulled my tight jeans down my thighs and calves. I kicked them off around my converse shoes. Jeremy pushed me onto the table, hovering over me, and my hands explored his back, his hair, his chest, and my eyes drank in his face and his gloriously sexy king's v showing above his waistline. He explored my body with his tongue and lips—my flushed collarbone, the moonlike skin of my flat stomach, pierced navel, kissing each point of my hips. He slowly unhooked my bright pink bra to reveal the fleshy mounds. My coral nipples were already taught from arousal, but now they puckered even more in the cool, exposed air and his tantalizing gaze. His tongue swept over each of them before he drew away and unbuckled his belt. I could hear our panting over the jangle of his belt buckle and zip of his pants. My eyes were fixated on his crotch, but I briefly met his eyes and smirked at him. His eyes were playful and aroused. "How do you usually do it?" I asked. "How do you like it?" he asked back. "Rough," I growled. "Please." "Good, because I usually fuck hard," he said huskily. His pants fell to his thighs to reveal a large, beautiful shaft, curved upward slightly and relatively thick and long. Unable to keep my hands to myself, I grasped his length, ringing my fingers, and ran my thumb against the pink, mushroom tip. He seized the back of my neck and sucked me into an aggressive kiss. When we broke away, I teased him by inserting my fingers into my mouth, staring directly into his eyes. He gazed back, dark and hooded, as I brought my fingers away soaked in saliva and lowered them to coat and stroke his cock between us. I pumped my hand expertly down his length several times with my hand, occasionally cupping my palm around his tip in a circular motion. I pushed him back a step, hopped off the table, hooked one arm around his waist, and heaved him around. When his back faced the table, I ran my fingers up his abs, circling his nipples with my nails, and gazed up into his amused and confused face. "Lie down, big boy," I crooned, licking my lips. With a dark smile, he obliged and leaned slowly back on the table, dangling his legs off the end. When he was at my mercy, my fingers danced along his thighs and stroked gingerly between his hips. He trembled with a gasp and watched me, transfixed. Keeping my eyes on his, I lowered my head and wrapped my wet lips around the tip of his dick. And, without warning, I opened my mouth and took him all the way to the back of my throat, ignoring the gag, until my nose nearly touched his sparse black pubic hairs. Jeremy made a noise in the back of his throat—halfway between an animalistic growl of pleasure and a cry of pure shock. His entire body tensed and I retracted him to the tip, sucking playfully on his underside, my tongue dancing along the veins. My fingers first played with his tightened balls, but they slowly stroked underneath to tease and stimulate his perineum. That, combined with another deep throat thrust, triggered a very satisfying groan from Jeremy. "Shit, you're good at this," he breathed. I repeated the motions several times before I raised my head to gaze seriously at him. "This class gives good pointers," I said. He grinned. "Yes, it does." He waved me forward with his fingers. "C'mere, baby." The way he called me 'baby,' so sexual and promising, summoned a strange, delicious sizzle to my inner thighs. They began to tremble with longing. I mounted the table, straddling his hips, his waist, crawling forward until my hips hovered over his shoulders. I remained on all fours as he messaged my creamy, round ass, his fingers rubbing along the cheeks with the most tantalizing brushes down the crack. He outlined the lace of my pink panties and pulled them down along my thighs. Slowly, he unhooked them from around my knees and ankles and tossed them blindly onto the stairs. His fingers traveled up my thighs and he pushed me a little farther forward so my knees were on either sides of his face. He traced my outer lips between my legs with his index finger, slowly touching the slick, tender inner folds. I was dripping with arousal—I could feel it from the cool breeze of the room. Jeremy sucked on one finger before he used that wet digit to slide over my swollen clit and tease my opening. Immediately, I moaned, trembled, and dropped to my elbows. "You like it?" he assumed. I nodded weakly. "God yes," I whispered. I grabbed his hand between my legs and guided his wet fingers back over my clit and then, without any encouragement, he hooked them inside of me. The penetration was heavenly and my hips curled into him, my pussy milking his digits. "Yes," I breathed again. "Down," he ordered. At first I didn't understand, but then he tugged strongly on my hips and I had no choice but to spread my knees and lower my crotch to his face. Motioning his fingers forward, twisting them a little like a corkscrew to stimulate the opening, Jeremy brought his lips to my clit and flitted his tongue over the wet, sensitive flesh. I couldn't help it—I yelped loudly with pleasure, immediately bucking my hips closer and lost into a world of superb pleasure. The skill of his tongue and slow, awesome movements of his fingers fed the clenching flame in my belly. I lifted to sit on top of him, and for the briefest moment our eyes met. My mouth was parted in pleasure as I nodded to encourage him. He grunted in approval and the vibration of his lips earned another gasp from me. "Right like that," I begged. "Fuck yes, Jeremy, you have no idea... Jesus, it feels so fucking good..." I stiffened and trembled. An orgasm was seconds away and a high-pitched moan spilt from my mouth. "I'm gonna come," I breathed. My body grew hotter, waves of pleasure rippled faster and faster through my body, down my spine, behind my knees, between my hip bones. I was so close now. Never had an orgasm come this easily. I had never come this fast in my life! "God, yes, I'm gonna come! Don't stop, please don't stop!" Before I finished the sentence my orgasm had taken me into its first blissful waves. Like I was dipped in flame, then ice, and then flame again, my body plunged in waves of rapture as my pussy contracted around his fingers, pulsing against his mouth. He continued to stimulate me through my whole release. When I could breathe again, the orgasm released me and Jeremy extracted his fingers. I lifted my hips and nearly fell off the table trying to refocus the room. He seized me, though, and laid me down on the table on my back. He easily slid on top of me and pressed his body against mine. As our faces became level, I saw the moisture of my sex glistening on his lips. I hungrily devoured that taste, my hands knotting in his hair. When our lips separated, I ran my tongue along the length of his throat, up to his chin. He pushed harder against me, to my delight, and I relished in the sight of his king's v straining magnificently next to my hips. The clenching longing, the abysmal emptiness, consumed me again and I writhed underneath him. I felt his length slide between my lips, pressing against my clit, before his tip pushed against my opening. "You on the pill?" he asked. "Yes." I hardly paid attention to our words, though. He lifted to his elbows and slowly pushed his way inside of me. Filled to the brim with his huge, hot cock, I felt whole. It occupied that emptiness inside me, and as he began to slide slowly to loosen me, his length rubbed against every yearning point. Just what I needed. I bit my lip and moaned, cueing him to move faster. He did, his thrusts becoming longer and more aggressive. He kissed me once before he rose to stand over the end of the table. He never left my pussy, dragging my thighs and hips with him. Once he had that leverage, the penetration angle gloriously hit my g-spot and my pussy hugged against him. I planted my feet on the table and thrust my hips to meet his at every movement. "Oh god, Alina," he groaned, glancing at our unified bodies before meeting my eyes. In the darkness of a giant lecture hall, the voices of our classmates humming outside the doors, Jeremy and I fucked in earnest, slamming against each other and lost to the pleasure of our bodies. When I felt the heat boil under my skin in slow, oncoming waves, I wrapped my legs around his hips and let him control the tempo. With every thrust, the heat increased until I knew I was only seconds away. "You close?" he panted, his eyes locked on mine. I nodded vigorously. "Fuck yes, I'm so close!" "Come with me," he demanded. "Come with me, Alina baby. Come on...give it to me." "Yes! God, yes!" The powerful orgasm took me over the edge, choking me with flame, pain, and pure rapture. It wreaked havoc on my body. I couldn't breathe. The climax plunged me over and over again in the same tempo my pussy clenched vigorously against Jeremy's cock, sucking and milking him like hot, hungry clamps. He shuddered as I felt the first burst of his load inside of me, the liquid heat combining with the raging fire of my pussy. He came deep inside of me, his spurts of cum like balm to the exquisite pain. As our orgasms faded, we groaned in unison and relaxed into a pile on top of the table. We caught our breath, listening to the students chatting outside the doors. I wondered if anyone saw. I realized I didn't care if they did. In fact, the thought if somebody did saw made me bubble with pride and satisfaction. What if Jeremy and I had fucked in front of four-hundred students? Sctually, the thought kind of turned me on. We came to awareness and Jeremy lifted his head to kiss me sweetly on the lips. He extracted his softening dick and stepped away from me. We were practically wordless as we tossed each other our articles of clothing and got dressed. The sex left us literally speechless. As we gathered our bags off the floor, Jeremy and I met each other's eyes. I beamed at him. "You ready to go?" I asked. He took my hand and tugged me into his chest. His mouth found mine and we shared a tender but fiery kiss like we did in front of the classroom. "Please tell me that was only the first of many," he breathed around my lips. "If I could fuck you again right here, I would..." "I wish you could," I whispered back, my voice low and sexy. "I just want you, over and over again." "Then you'll have me." "Every night?" "If you want." I wove my fingers through his. "I'm yours," I promised. "However you want me." "Same." I gazed up into his handsome face. A face that was a stranger not too long ago. He was anything but a stranger now. We walked out of the lecture hall hand-in-hand.