The lecture hall door creaks open. Morning light filters through half-closed blinds. I slip in as Marion. Heart pounds. No ID check. Just one proctor, Lionel. Young, pissed off. I grab the test. First row. Finish fast. Bored now. Time to play.
I shake my hair loose. Pull off my red sweater. Black tank top hugs my tits. Cleavage deep. He stares. I bite my pen. Squirm on the chair. Legs cross, uncross. Call him over. ‘More paper?’ Smile sweet. He hands it. Sits close. Eyes locked.
The Contact
Fix my shoe buckle. Skirt hikes. Watch snags hem. Flash. Black lace thong? No, bare ass. He glimpses. Cock tents his pants. Papers scatter. I bend. Tits spill. Lace bra matches. He helps. Breath hot. Stares down my top.
Toilet break. Remount skirt high. Back to seat. Legs part. No panties. Shaved pussy bare. Lips glisten. He freezes. Minutes pass. Red-faced. Others cheat behind. He misses it all. Bell near. I stand. Hand in copy. Fake signature. Out fast.
Marion’s building. Two blocks away. Student hood. Thin walls. Neighbors everywhere. Buzz her door. Hallway dim. Parquet groans under feet. She hugs me. ‘Aced it.’ Doorbell. Sylvain and Alexia push in. Narrow hall. Bodies close.
‘Thought you were there!’ Sylvain says. Laughter. They get the switch. ‘Proctor was zoned, staring at you.’ I grin. ‘Made sure.’ Alexia: ‘He let me copy Sylvain.’ Sylvain smirks. ‘She thanked me proper.’ ‘Blowjob?’ I tease. ‘Want one too?’
The Indiscretion
Marion frowns. Alexia blushes. ‘Serious?’ ‘Fair pay.’ Door to bedroom clicks. Light slits under. Sylvain outside. Floor creaks. He paces.
Alexia kneels. Skirt up. Pussy exposed again. Thighs kissed. Hands grip ass through stockings. Tongue laps belly. Dives low. Wet folds parted. Nectar sucked. Fingers circle clit. I arch. Bed frame squeaks soft. Bite lip hard.
Muffled gasp. Walls paper-thin. Neighbors sleeping? No, daytime buzz outside. But moans leak? Risk burns. Body quakes. Orgasm hits. Hips buck. Quiet cry. ‘Fuck, good for a dick girl.’ She smiles shy. Jean unbuttons. Wet.
‘No reciprocate. Sylvain!’ Door swings. He dives in. Clothes rustle. Her gasps loud now. Bed slams. Moans echo hall. Walls shake? Neighborhood hears? I slip out. Marion pouts. ‘My turn tonight.’ Kiss her.
Hallway empty. Stairs creak down. Heart hammers. Cross old lady on landing. Eyes down. Secret locked. Pussy still throbs. Thrill lingers. No one knows.