Ginger Guy

I turned towards the ginger guy sitting next to me and said, “sorry what class is this?”

“I wish I knew; it says that it’s about Picasso and his influence on the world but as soon as she opens her mouth, I get confused.” There’s that lopsided smile again.

“I know that feeling, I study English Literature and half the time I don’t know much past the book is old and I’m meant to read it.” He giggles a little, it’s cute.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in this class before.” He’s completely ignoring his professor now; every bit of his concentration is on me.

“That’s because I’ve never been in this class before.” He laughs again but this time he pushes against me slightly. “If I had seen you before however I definitely would have remembered.”

“Wow a charmer” He pushes me again but leaves his hand on my chest now. His hand is eagerly exploring it, as if he’s going to find a button that’s going to make transform into something new. “I like a charmer.” He finds my fully hardened nipples and lingers on them for a while. “Apparently you like me too.” He grabs my nipple and twists it, not hard enough for it to hurt but just enough for a wave of pleasure to shoot through my body. The heat blazes within me. He sure knows how to get to me. He twists it again and I have to use all of my might to stop from moaning loud enough to interrupt the lesson happening. “You definitely like that” he twists them again and this time I flop forward slightly so that head is resting on his shoulder. It puts an undeniable pressure on my cock being in this position.

“If you keep going I think we’re going to draw attention to ourselves” he laughs again, it’s almost intoxicating, my hand drifts down and rests on the crotch of his jeans. He’s definitely enjoying this just as much as I am, but from this position I can’t quite get a good feel of him. He twists again and I bury my head in his chest, slipping lower, I’m practically on all fours now. My upper body is draped over him and his seat whereas my lower body is on mine, my arse is presented for all to see. I wonder if Marcel is having a look.

“You’re right, we’ll have to stop, can’t have everyone seeing you in this position just yet.” Yet. The word brings a surge of excitement to me. He pushes me up so I’m sitting properly in my seat again. “I’m glad you stayed for this class. You’ve made it a lot more fun.” All I can do is nod, trying to bring myself down from the euphoria I just felt from a little nipple play. Whatever is up with me and everyone else today has definitely seemed to increase the overall pleasure I feel.

“So am I.” Maybe I’ll stay behind again soon.

“My names Elliot. We’re having a party at mine tomorrow night.” The way he says it is both an invitation and a request for me to make sure I’m there. “I’ll write down the address and information for you.” He quickly scrawls down everything I need and hands the paper to me. He’s trying to focus on the class again now, so I cast my eyes back over at Marcel. His concentration seems to have been unbroken, he’s still staring directly ahead at the presentation. I would have believed that somehow, he hadn’t seen anything that had happened. If he hadn’t been betrayed by the tent in his shorts. Before I can talk to him the class ends and he files out with the rest of the masses. Checking the time on my phone I see a text from Dylan

You missed the meeting dude. Not cool. Practice tomorrow at 6am. Don’t miss it.

I quickly text back a basic apology and promise that I will be there tomorrow.

Guess my afternoon just freed up.