“Nice to meet you guys,” she said sweetly.
“She’s got a boyfriend,” Sam finally managed to say as she glanced at the three. She turned, looking at Zoey again as the excitable and adorable young woman finally let go of her hand, nervously sliding it into her pocket.
“Are you free this afternoon?” she asked.
Sam frowned. She wasn’t, but she wanted to be. Zoey was adorable and sexy, not to mention the fact that she seemed to be really into her. Every time she saw the young woman, she wanted to grab her and kiss her like she’d just done to Sam.
“I’m working,” she said.
Zoey’s face dropped a bit. “Oh, that’s okay. Maybe we can hang out this weekend, or maybe next week?”
Sam smiled. “You’re off after the next class, right?” she asked, an idea popping into her head.
Her features perking back up, the young woman looked at her with hopeful eyes and nodded.
“I guess I can skip English again,” Sam said. “I don’t work until 2.”
“That’s your last class?” Zoey asked.
“Yeah, I have Psychology next and English after that. The professor was out the other day.”
“So… you’ll come by?” Zoey asked. “I live on campus in the dorms so it isn’t far, and Brandon will be in class for a while.”
Sam smiled. “Sure. I’ve got a test in Psych, but I should be done with that relatively quickly. Give me your number so I can text you and let you know I’m there.”
Zoey’s face brightened even more, and she giggled excitedly. “Okay, I’ll see you after class then,” she said. “I should go before I’m late.”
Sam nodded. “See you in an hour.”
The young woman squeezed her hand again, said a nervous “bye” three more times, then finally turned and hurried off, glancing repeatedly as she did.
Smirking, Sam watched her go, then saw the guys staring at her, quiet but amused.
“What?” she asked, not looking at them as she sat back down.
“She uh… seemed to be pretty happy to see you,” Marley said with a cheeky grin.
Sam tried to keep from blushing, but wasn’t successful, her cheeks burning a few seconds later.
“She’s the girlfriend of the guy I sit next to in Psych,” she explained. “They came by work the other day and she’s really sweet and friendly.”
“Shit, I’ll say,” Murphy added.
“Yeah, I think she was in love with you,” Marley pointed out.
Sam sighed, playfully glaring at them.
“I better go study,” she said, smiling and standing. Without being asked, she turned to face the three and lifted her shirt and bra for a few seconds, flashing them by surprise.
“I uh…” Kev said, but then must have lost his train of thought.
“So… not jealous because some girl has a thing for me?” Sam asked, putting her clothes back in place.
The guys didn’t answer right off, and she giggled, the action finally snapping them out of their reverie.
“Yeah, I will,” Murphy said. “Wait… what was the question?”
Laughing, she waved to the three and blew them a kiss and waved, then walked to Psychology. As she stepped in, she was surprised to see that she’d gotten a text from Zoey already.
“Don’t mention this afternoon to Brandon. He’ll skip class and want to join us.”
“Okay, I won’t,” she sent before sliding her phone back into a pocket.
Sam didn’t really see what was wrong with that but figured she could keep the secret as long as he didn’t directly ask her or anything. She didn’t really have a poker face.
Stepping into the lecture hall, she was mildly surprised at watch she found. She’d never tried to go early to class and was surprised to see that the time slot before hers was empty. Heading to her seat, she pulled out her notes and began to look over them. She’d done some studying but it wasn’t hard material yet, mainly memorization and she’d always been adept at that.
Brandon and a few others came in a little early as well, most of them sitting and pulling out their notes to catch up on studying. She smiled as he sat down in the chair next to hers.
“Hey,” she said, glancing up at him.
He flashed her his ridiculously cute smile and set his bag down, standing in front of her for a few seconds to stretch. As his arms went up, she saw the tautness off his stomach and had to force herself to look away before she looked at his crotch and started a new fire within her.
Sitting down next to her, he pulled out his stuff and began to look it over, sitting comfortably close and smelling very nice.
After a few minutes, he pulled out his phone and clicked it open, then began to thumb through something. Sam was watching out of the corner of her eye, then glanced over and saw that he was flipping through his pictures.
“You’re ready for the test?” she whispered, looking back down.
He nodded. “Should be easy. I’m just bored and wanted to see that pic of you with the load in your mouth.”
“Damnit.”
Sam’s panties got a little wet at the brazenly honest statement and she had to close her eyes to steady herself. He hadn’t whispered it, and she glanced around, hoping that no one had heard.
“You know how much I liked getting that?” he asked a few seconds later.
She stared down at her notes, not seeing the words but pretending to read and letting her eyes pass over them.
“I had to jerk off to it,” he said, finally lowering his voice.
She stifled a sigh before it formed in her throat, closing her eyes and covering a smile with her hand.
“As an exhibitionist, you should like hearing that,” he said.
She took a deep breath and glanced over. “I never said I was one of those.”
“You like working at Double D’s, so I think you are a little bit,” he pointed out.
She didn’t even know what the word meant.
“I figured that you’d like knowing that I was hard as a rock when I looked at the picture you sent me,” he said. “In fact, I’m pretty much always guaranteed to be hard as a rock when I see that picture. I love knowing that it was you that was being so slutty. You seem so sweet and innocent.”
She chewed hard at her bottom lip, trying to focus and failing.
“I wished it was full of something I’d given you,” he said.
Glancing back over, she saw him still looking at the photo, clearly recognizing her mouth and the pale goo that was curled up on her tongue. Her eyes weren’t visible; just her nose and mouth, but she could tell that it was her.
“How often do you look at it?” she whispered, cringing when she realized that it was her that had asked the question.
“All the time,” he said with a grin and a wink.
“Are you trying to make it hard to focus?” she asked.
He chuckled, but then glanced around for a few seconds. Watching in confusion, she saw him reach down to his crotch and adjust himself, a visible erection greeting her as she looked down. It was still in his underwear, and those were covered by his jeans, but just the same, she could tell he was aroused.
“If I wanted to make it hard to focus, I’d pull it out.”
She swore quietly, feeling the thrumming heat from her arousal growing.
“I thought I was past this.” The words were forming in her head as she stared down as his hand gripped his jeans and squeezed the shaft. “Two orgasms yesterday, and I’m even hornier than I was before.”
Filthy thoughts filled her head, making her want to drop to her knees there in class and take him in her mouth, or bend over the seat in front of him and let him have her. Another part was meekly scolding her, telling her to ignore him and be the good girl.
“Do you want to see it?” he whispered.
Unable to control her actions, she nodded weakly as he reached over with his free hand and gripped the inside of her thigh. Her legs spread automatically in response, her body begging his fingers to hurry up and get with the program.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” he said quietly.
She swore again, one hand moving to grip his bicep as his hand moved up her thigh. Conflict rose within her, and she gently chewed at her lip. Part of her was glad that she was wearing jeans and panties that day, another was most definitely regretting it. Still, his fingers seemed to have no trouble finding her most sensitive spots.
She clutched him closer, her head leaning into his arm as he rubbed her pussy through her jeans, causing her to whimper as she gently bit his shoulder.
“Are you insane?” she quietly whispered after a few seconds of enduring his fingers pushing against her clit.
“I can’t help it,” he replied. “You’re too much.”
She groaned quietly, forcing herself to look around, but saw that everyone else was occupied with studying.
“Do you want to see it?” he asked again.
“God… dammit,” she groaned. “Yes.”
He smiled, his hand moving from between her legs and starting to undo his jeans as he looked around. Lowering the zipper just a bit, she was greeted by the sight of his cockhead peeking out and saying hello just as a dribble of pre-cum emerged from the tip.
“Damnit,” she whispered, the urge to lean over and take him in her mouth nearly getting the better of her. “Follow me,” she said, looking up at the clock on the wall. Plenty of time was left.
He quickly zipped up and stood as she set her stuff down and darted past, the two hurrying up the steps and out of the room. Her hand was clutching his as she dragged him down the hall and looked for an unoccupied class. Down near the end she saw the room that they’d been in before and yanked him into it, causing him to call out in surprise.
“People really need to stop teasing me,” she thought. “First Toni and now Brandon. Assholes.”
Shutting the door, she pulled him up close and dropped to her knees against the door, his pants unbuttoned and her fingers grabbing for his erection before he knew what was happening. Not waiting for him to say it was okay and having no patience or time for any kind of foreplay, she took his cock into her mouth with audible moans from both of them.