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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
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2,528
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3
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Physics Class B
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Author’s
Note: The
male character is a(n uneven) mix between two guys I know.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It’s written in first person, but it’s not me
I’m talkin’ ‘bout (*cries*). Sadly, this
is just how I could imagine my sexy Asian reacting in this situation, my poor
high-strung man-slave. *laughs*style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
/boo/=thoughts
Enjoy!
~*~*~*
“To
get to this conclusion through a syllogism, it requires us to examine
individual cases…” The teacher droned on as I slipped into Lala-Land.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I laid my head on my arm and doodled in my
notebook, not that the teacher ever noticed anything.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The rest of the class was asleep after half
an hour with the boring professor.
Except
him. /Brownie/.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He just got transferred here, and he doesn’t
talk to anyone but the teachers. He
wouldn’t even tell us his name, so we call him Brownie ‘cause he’s Asian.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Physics is the only class I have with him and
Doc Grindlinhame doesn’t call on people, so I’d never even heard his
voice. But he’s hot.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> In an exotic kind of way.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He’s not like those bad-ass-wanna-be boys
that live around here. I’d been hot on
him for a few weeks, since he got here.
It didn’t help that I almost never saw him, and then got assigned the
seat right next to him in Physics. That
just lit my fire even more.
I
wanted him. Bad.
With
that thought, I glanced over at him and, surprisingly enough, he glanced at me
at the same moment. I smiled at him, and
he went back to taking notes. I watched
him a second more as I thought. He had
crisp black hair with dark blue highlights.
It was long, all the way to his shoulder blades.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I wanted to touch it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His face was one of those prefect ovals you
see on Asian people, which you usually don’t think is hot, but on him it
was. His eyes were so dark brown they
could have been black. I have always
been a sucker for dark eyes. He licked
his lips. He has fantastic lips.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Full, pink, perfect Cupid’s bow lips.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I’d had some very nice dreams about those
lips. They looked soft and I wanted to
find out first hand.
Caught
in a daydream, I began biting my bottom lip and stared off into space in the
general direction of forward. I vaguely
saw him watch me bite my lip out of the corner of one eye, which snagged me
back to reality. /I wonder… is he hot
blooded after all…? / I couldn’t resist
the temptation. I bit my lip one more
time, then drew the tip of my tongue across my upper lip in an age-old cheap
trick and smirked at him before his eyes widened and he looked away.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
I
laughed to myself, /So, he wants to play it like that? /style='mso-spacerun:yes'> My smirk got decidedly crooked as I continued
my daydream on a much naughtier scale.
He
wasn’t too much older than myself—18, maybe19 on the outside—but he had an air
of innocence, like a virgin. /I could
have so much fun corrupting him. I
wonder if he’s actually a virgin. /
I’d
worn a really cute little number this morning, a blouse and mini-skirt instead
of the usual jeans and t-shirt, which I took full advantage of as I sifted a
little to the left, towards him. My
blouse fell open just a little more and gave him a glimpse of cleavage should
he choose to look. A fleetingly look
over told me he did. /of course…/.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I uncrossed my legs, then crossed my left
over my right, flashing a little thigh.
He stopped taking notes and his hands stilled.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
He
had big hands. His long, elegant fingers
and broad palms made my mouth water. He
even kept his nails clean. I wanted to
have those hands all over me. Would they
be warm or cold? /Hot/. I could just
feel them skimming slowly up my legs, stroking my thighs.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I began to play with the hem of my skirt,
flipping it up and down, tracing the lace of my thigh-highs.style='mso-spacerun:yes'>
I
looked up at him and saw his eyes watching my hands with a sort of wild
look. I stilled my hands.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He looked up.
/Oh
my GOD…/. That look, turned full force
on my face, made my mouth go dry and I licked my lips again, half nervous, half
terribly interested. /Maybe he’s not as
virgin as he seems/. I began to
seriously wonder if Doc would notice if we started fucking on the floor.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He looked at me a second longer, then went
back to his notes like nothing was going on.
/What the hell?? Did he just
*dismiss* me? / He shifted slightly away
from me. /Bastard/.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> In a huff, I went back to my notes,
studiously ignoring him.
The
bell rang and I gathered my things to go. I made sure to be the last one to
leave because I seriously hated my next class, Pre-calculus.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> /UGH/. style='mso-spacerun:yes'> The hallway was actually empty as I stepped
toward the room I needed to be in.
Someone
grabbed me from behind and dragged me into a dark, empty classroom.
“What
the HELL!” I was not amused and turned
around to see who had grabbed me.
/Brownie/. He just stood there,
looking at me. “Brownie?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> What are you--*eep*!”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He stepped forward and jerked me towards him,
causing me to drop my books. I had about
a second to see that hungry look in his eye and all over his face before he
lowered his face to mine. His lips were
softer than I had imagined, but not soft at all in their treatment of me as he
nipped the lower lip I’d been teasing him with earlier.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I yielded to the silent demand and opened my
mouth. Our tongues dueled and I felt
like he wanted to eat me from the inside out.
Not an unpleasant thought. /He’s
definitely not a virgin/.
He
kicked my books aside and pulled me flush to his body.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I could feel every hard muscle on his lithe
frame. His hands were hot on my back,
and I reached up and buried my hands in his hair.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His hair was a curtain of satin and I sighed
at the feel of it. He made some small
noise, picked me up under my thighs, spun us around and put me on the teacher’s
desk that had been behind him. I hooked
my legs around him and pulled him down for another kiss.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He sucked my tongue into his mouth, pulling
things lower in my abdomen and I shifted my hips in response.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He made another small guttural sound and left
my mouth.
I
would have protested, but moaned instead when he found a sensitive spot on my
neck, sucking and nibbling it to torture me.
I fought for self-control as my back arched and my legs locked around
him, my hips connecting fully with his, rubbing against his hard-on.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He pulled my shirt out of my skirt and began
undoing buttons with one hand as he grabbed my ass to hold me in pace with the
other hand.
“Brownie….
*pant* …wait,” I managed to finally get out as my shirt came open and he
stopped torturing my neck to nuzzle my bra.
“What?style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Isn’t this what you wanted?”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He seemed impatient.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> It was the first time I’d ever heard his
voice and it was as sexy as the rest of him.
Low and guttural from arousal, it nearly made me lose my focus.
“Sure
it is, but why… I mean, you’ve never spoken to anyone, let alone showed interest
in me.”
“You
think that just because I don’t talk to those idiots, I won’t notice you
teasing me?” He laughed and I forgot whatever I was going to say to that.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped
the blouse off my shoulders. His skin
was a creamy caramel color, tight over nice pecs and gorgeous abs.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I ran my fingertips over his stomach and
laughed when he flexed his six-pack. He
pulled me into another lip-lock, while he reached behind and unhooked my
bra.
He
swept a number of things off the desk and lowered me back on it as he tossed
the piece of cloth somewhere over his shoulder.
He untwisted my legs from his waist (much to my disappointment), flipped
my shoes off, and then did the very thing I had been fantasizing about
earlier. He ran his hands slowly up my
claves, behind my knees, outside my thigh, up under my skirt to stroke his
thumbs across the tops of my thigh-highs—perilously close to my center.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His big hands gripped my hips for a moment,
and with another kiss for me, he leaned down and placed feather light kisses
along the skin between my underwear and my hose as he pulled them off.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He looked me directly in the eye from between
my legs as he placed a single kiss at my core and came up to lavish attention
on my neglected breasts.
He
blew a stream of cold air over both nipples, hardening them painfully.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He kissed each breast, the valley in between,
and began lightly sucking my right breast.
I gasped, but when I rocked against him, I realized he was still mostly
clothed. /Not fair/.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I pushed him up as I sat up and smirked at
the hazy, confused look on his face.
“What?”
He asked, rather irritably.
“This,”
I answered as I grabbed his belt buckle and undid it.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He started to back away as I jerked his belt
out of its loops. He tried to grab my
hands to stop me, but I evade them and slipped a hand down his loose
pants. /Commando—I approve. /style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He groaned and leaned into me.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Oh no you don’t, big boy,” I said, “You
started this with me, and we’re gonna finish it.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He tried to clear his throat as I popped open
the button on his jeans and massaged his balls.
“You
sure?” He finally managed to get out.
/Well what the hell did he think’d happen if he molested me like this?
Not that I’m complaining. /
“Oh
yes, I’m sure,” I answered firmly as I lowered his zipper.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His dick sprang free and lay nearly flat on
his stomach, a slightly lighter brown that the rest of him and not the longest
monster, but thick and strong looking.
He reached forward and I lifted my hips to let him remove my
underwear. He shoved my skirt up around
my hips and stole another kiss, sucking my bottom lip seductively as he rubbed
against me. /Son of a bitch. /style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He teased my entrance, slightly dipping the
head of his cock in and quickly pulling out before I could impale myself on
him.
“Ahhhh….
please…*pant* Brownie…please,” I pleaded with him.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He just moved his hand between us and began
caressing my clit, driving me crazy and getting his name as a reward for his
efforts. My eyes closed and my head fell
back as I continued to beg him to fill me and stop teasing us both.
“Brownie…!”
“Bryant.”
“What?”
My head was in a fog, and it took a second to sink in.
“My
name is Bryant.”
“Bryant,
please.” Hearing his name seemed to snap
something in him, and he drove into me in one surge.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I nearly stopped breathing.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He was perfect.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> I braced one hand behind me on the desk and
tangled the other one in his hair. He
set the rhythm after a few experimental thrusts.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He pounded into me for a few minutes, then
braced himself on the desk, moved one of my legs over his arm, put the other
around his waist again, and lifted my hips up into full contact with his.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> From that angel he immediately hit my sweet-
spot and had my chanting his name between ragged breaths.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> His own breathing was increasingly unsteady
and his bass moans shivered though me. I
distantly heard the bell ring as his cock expanded even more and my world
exploded into pure pleasure. He called
my name and bit my breast as he came.
We
rested a bit on the desk. He slipped out
of me and began to get dressed. I smiled
lazily and did the same. /Good thing no
one needed this classroom this period. /
I picked my books up and headed for the door, but turned around when he
called my name.
“Yeah?”
“You
wanna do something Saturday?” /great
sex, then a date? I think we got this
outta order. / I laughed as I answered.
“Yeah,
that’d be great, Bryant.”
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Physics Class B
By: Me, of course.
Warnings: Why
should I warn you? Read it or
don’t. I’m not wasting my time telling
you why you shouldn’t.
Disclaimer:
completely from personal experience, but the scenes, unfortunately, aren’t from
real life (I could only wish…). Don’t
sue me, you’ll only get my dust bunnies, and they’re vicious.
Author’s
Note: The
male character is a(n uneven) mix between two guys I know.
I’m talkin’ ‘bout (*cries*). Sadly, this
is just how I could imagine my sexy Asian reacting in this situation, my poor
high-strung man-slave. *laughs*
/boo/=thoughts
Enjoy!
~*~*~*
“To
get to this conclusion through a syllogism, it requires us to examine
individual cases…” The teacher droned on as I slipped into Lala-Land.
notebook, not that the teacher ever noticed anything.
an hour with the boring professor.
Except
him. /Brownie/.
talk to anyone but the teachers. He
wouldn’t even tell us his name, so we call him Brownie ‘cause he’s Asian.
Doc Grindlinhame doesn’t call on people, so I’d never even heard his
voice. But he’s hot.
that live around here. I’d been hot on
him for a few weeks, since he got here.
It didn’t help that I almost never saw him, and then got assigned the
seat right next to him in Physics. That
just lit my fire even more.
I
wanted him. Bad.
With
that thought, I glanced over at him and, surprisingly enough, he glanced at me
at the same moment. I smiled at him, and
he went back to taking notes. I watched
him a second more as I thought. He had
crisp black hair with dark blue highlights.
It was long, all the way to his shoulder blades.
see on Asian people, which you usually don’t think is hot, but on him it
was. His eyes were so dark brown they
could have been black. I have always
been a sucker for dark eyes. He licked
his lips. He has fantastic lips.
lips. They looked soft and I wanted to
find out first hand.
Caught
in a daydream, I began biting my bottom lip and stared off into space in the
general direction of forward. I vaguely
saw him watch me bite my lip out of the corner of one eye, which snagged me
back to reality. /I wonder… is he hot
blooded after all…? / I couldn’t resist
the temptation. I bit my lip one more
time, then drew the tip of my tongue across my upper lip in an age-old cheap
trick and smirked at him before his eyes widened and he looked away.
I
laughed to myself, /So, he wants to play it like that? /
my daydream on a much naughtier scale.
He
wasn’t too much older than myself—18, maybe19 on the outside—but he had an air
of innocence, like a virgin. /I could
have so much fun corrupting him. I
wonder if he’s actually a virgin. /
I’d
worn a really cute little number this morning, a blouse and mini-skirt instead
of the usual jeans and t-shirt, which I took full advantage of as I sifted a
little to the left, towards him. My
blouse fell open just a little more and gave him a glimpse of cleavage should
he choose to look. A fleetingly look
over told me he did. /of course…/.
over my right, flashing a little thigh.
He stopped taking notes and his hands stilled.
He
had big hands. His long, elegant fingers
and broad palms made my mouth water. He
even kept his nails clean. I wanted to
have those hands all over me. Would they
be warm or cold? /Hot/. I could just
feel them skimming slowly up my legs, stroking my thighs.
flipping it up and down, tracing the lace of my thigh-highs.
I
looked up at him and saw his eyes watching my hands with a sort of wild
look. I stilled my hands.
/Oh
my GOD…/. That look, turned full force
on my face, made my mouth go dry and I licked my lips again, half nervous, half
terribly interested. /Maybe he’s not as
virgin as he seems/. I began to
seriously wonder if Doc would notice if we started fucking on the floor.
back to his notes like nothing was going on.
/What the hell?? Did he just
*dismiss* me? / He shifted slightly away
from me. /Bastard/.
studiously ignoring him.
The
bell rang and I gathered my things to go. I made sure to be the last one to
leave because I seriously hated my next class, Pre-calculus.
toward the room I needed to be in.
Someone
grabbed me from behind and dragged me into a dark, empty classroom.
“What
the HELL!” I was not amused and turned
around to see who had grabbed me.
/Brownie/. He just stood there,
looking at me. “Brownie?
causing me to drop my books. I had about
a second to see that hungry look in his eye and all over his face before he
lowered his face to mine. His lips were
softer than I had imagined, but not soft at all in their treatment of me as he
nipped the lower lip I’d been teasing him with earlier.
mouth. Our tongues dueled and I felt
like he wanted to eat me from the inside out.
Not an unpleasant thought. /He’s
definitely not a virgin/.
He
kicked my books aside and pulled me flush to his body.
frame. His hands were hot on my back,
and I reached up and buried my hands in his hair.
at the feel of it. He made some small
noise, picked me up under my thighs, spun us around and put me on the teacher’s
desk that had been behind him. I hooked
my legs around him and pulled him down for another kiss.
things lower in my abdomen and I shifted my hips in response.
my mouth.
I
would have protested, but moaned instead when he found a sensitive spot on my
neck, sucking and nibbling it to torture me.
I fought for self-control as my back arched and my legs locked around
him, my hips connecting fully with his, rubbing against his hard-on.
undoing buttons with one hand as he grabbed my ass to hold me in pace with the
other hand.
“Brownie….
*pant* …wait,” I managed to finally get out as my shirt came open and he
stopped torturing my neck to nuzzle my bra.
“What?
voice and it was as sexy as the rest of him.
Low and guttural from arousal, it nearly made me lose my focus.
“Sure
it is, but why… I mean, you’ve never spoken to anyone, let alone showed interest
in me.”
“You
think that just because I don’t talk to those idiots, I won’t notice you
teasing me?” He laughed and I forgot whatever I was going to say to that.
the blouse off my shoulders. His skin
was a creamy caramel color, tight over nice pecs and gorgeous abs.
laughed when he flexed his six-pack. He
pulled me into another lip-lock, while he reached behind and unhooked my
bra.
He
swept a number of things off the desk and lowered me back on it as he tossed
the piece of cloth somewhere over his shoulder.
He untwisted my legs from his waist (much to my disappointment), flipped
my shoes off, and then did the very thing I had been fantasizing about
earlier. He ran his hands slowly up my
claves, behind my knees, outside my thigh, up under my skirt to stroke his
thumbs across the tops of my thigh-highs—perilously close to my center.
and with another kiss for me, he leaned down and placed feather light kisses
along the skin between my underwear and my hose as he pulled them off.
my legs as he placed a single kiss at my core and came up to lavish attention
on my neglected breasts.
He
blew a stream of cold air over both nipples, hardening them painfully.
and began lightly sucking my right breast.
I gasped, but when I rocked against him, I realized he was still mostly
clothed. /Not fair/.
the hazy, confused look on his face.
“What?”
He asked, rather irritably.
“This,”
I answered as I grabbed his belt buckle and undid it.
out of its loops. He tried to grab my
hands to stop me, but I evade them and slipped a hand down his loose
pants. /Commando—I approve. /
started this with me, and we’re gonna finish it.”
the button on his jeans and massaged his balls.
“You
sure?” He finally managed to get out.
/Well what the hell did he think’d happen if he molested me like this?
Not that I’m complaining. /
“Oh
yes, I’m sure,” I answered firmly as I lowered his zipper.
his stomach, a slightly lighter brown that the rest of him and not the longest
monster, but thick and strong looking.
He reached forward and I lifted my hips to let him remove my
underwear. He shoved my skirt up around
my hips and stole another kiss, sucking my bottom lip seductively as he rubbed
against me. /Son of a bitch. /
head of his cock in and quickly pulling out before I could impale myself on
him.
“Ahhhh….
please…*pant* Brownie…please,” I pleaded with him.
caressing my clit, driving me crazy and getting his name as a reward for his
efforts. My eyes closed and my head fell
back as I continued to beg him to fill me and stop teasing us both.
“Brownie…!”
“Bryant.”
“What?”
My head was in a fog, and it took a second to sink in.
“My
name is Bryant.”
“Bryant,
please.” Hearing his name seemed to snap
something in him, and he drove into me in one surge.
tangled the other one in his hair. He
set the rhythm after a few experimental thrusts.
braced himself on the desk, moved one of my legs over his arm, put the other
around his waist again, and lifted my hips up into full contact with his.
spot and had my chanting his name between ragged breaths.
and his bass moans shivered though me. I
distantly heard the bell ring as his cock expanded even more and my world
exploded into pure pleasure. He called
my name and bit my breast as he came.
We
rested a bit on the desk. He slipped out
of me and began to get dressed. I smiled
lazily and did the same. /Good thing no
one needed this classroom this period. /
I picked my books up and headed for the door, but turned around when he
called my name.
“Yeah?”
“You
wanna do something Saturday?” /great
sex, then a date? I think we got this
outta order. / I laughed as I answered.
“Yeah,
that’d be great, Bryant.”
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