He was always brooding in the back of the classroom as if he had a secret. I caught him looking at me several times. He was not the kind of person who looked away; he let his eyes stay on mine for a while trying to share his secret with me, then back down to whatever text we were reading. Occasionally, when he walked by my desk, I could smell him, earthy and warm. I breathed him in hoping that one day his scent would linger on my bed.

Winter had been long and hard, but our college rarely cancelled classes. One snowy day, I ventured to class, my only impetus to see him. When I arrived, the classroom was dark. Everyone must be running late I thought and turned on the lights to wait patiently. I kept my coat and scarf on because there was chill in the air. I heard the sound of his boots walking slowly, purposefully down the hall. My heart raced. I was going to be in the room alone with him. What would I say? What would I do? I did not have to worry about that for long.

He strode in, without hesitation, shut the door, and turned out the lights. “I was hoping you and I would be the only ones here today,” he declared. Taken aback by his boldness, I murmured something like, “Yeah, me too.” I barely got the words out of my mouth before he grabbed me by my scarf and pulled me tightly to him. We began to kiss with urgency. Almost immediately, I became wetter than I ever had before. As if he sensed my dampness and longing, he slowly took off my coat and lifted me onto a desk. He unbuttoned my blouse and gingerly took each of my breasts into his mouth as if he were starving for them. I made a deep cooing sound. He eased my tights and underwear off, gently bent down and nibbled my inner thighs. His tongue began to caress my clitoris, and he drank in my wetness until I begged for his cock.

He stood up, and I ripped off his belt. I could not get it off fast enough; I unzipped his pants to see his beautiful unyielding penis waiting for me. I eased it into my mouth, so I knew how he tasted. When he was ready to have me, he lifted me off the desk, turned me around, and penetrated me from behind. How he knew that was my favourite position I will never know. I clenched the desk and he entered me so deeply it took my breath away. The angle was perfect as he drove against my g-spot over and over again, deeper and deeper. I tried to contain myself but could not stop the animalistic moans that escaped from my mouth as he continued to please me. I came first, my juices making his climax even sweeter.

We assembled ourselves as best we could, with the glowing scent of sex still on us. Our professor casually entered the room. “Hmmm, you are the only two who made it. I believe you both deserve extra credit for coming today. Class is cancelled. Enjoy the rest of your day.” We did, in my bed.