Anthropology 103

Anthropology with Professor Martin had to be the single most boring class he had ever taken… Yes Darwin was interesting, and evolution was indeed fascinating, however he already knew everything that the course was supposed to cover. He had learned all about the development of physical Anthropology years ago, and Sociology had covered Cultural Anthropology as well. Not to mention Prof Martin seemed completely unable to give any of his words inflection, making it seem as though the class was being taught MAC computer with a wheezy speech function. However the course was required for his degree, so he suffered through it. Well… if suffering included playing pinball on his laptop at the back of the lecture hall as a crotchety old professor lectured in front of the blackboard…

He had just beaten his own high score of six million points when he noticed a pencil rolling towards him on the floor, he stopped it with his foot and bent to retrieve it, as he wrapped his fingers around the wood of the pencil a pair of sandaled feet came into view, attached to a strikingly gorgeous pair of legs, he followed them up to a find a smiling Filipino girl looking down at him.

“Thanks” she whispered as he handed the pencil back to her, gracing him with a million dollar smile. She settled down into the space next to him, taking the time to straighten her snug charcoal t-shirt and smooth her short denim skirt. He tried to be fairly covert as he watched her run her hands along her legs, glancing out of the corner of his eyes as she smoothed nonexistent wrinkles from the frayed denim garment, and twisted her waist as she tugged her shirt down to cover the slip of bronze skin momentarily exposed as she sat.

He was quite happy enjoying the view when he noticed a small self-satisfied smirk grace her features. Praying that she hadn’t noticed he hurriedly turned his eyes forward and began flicking the buttons to use the pinball bumpers. She tilted her head slightly and spoke under her breathe, “You’re playing the “Game Over” screen.” She said, the pleasant smile still plain on her face.

His face flushed, the embarrassing reaction obvious even with his own coppery complexion. She patted his leg with a gentle, soft hand and whispered, “It’s okay, Anthro is boring as Hell anyway, I try to find stuff to keep my attention too.” She gave him a sly girlish wink and turned her head forwards once more, however she hadn’t removed her hand from his thigh.

Unwilling to risk offending her even further he decided to ignore her tender palm on his trousers and her fingers idly drumming on the cloth of his pant leg. He turned forward and began a new game on his laptop; willing himself not to give into the urge to position himself so that her fingers were over another part of his body.

After two or three flips of the bumpers a blurring motion caught his eye, his desk partner was spinning her pencil around in her fingers, the glint of the metal end reflected light into his eyes with every rotation. He tried to ignore it, however every time he moved his head she would change her grip slightly so that the light would flicker over his eyes once more.

After a few more minutes he could take it no longer, he turned to talk to her only to find her sweet girlish face staring directly at him, her eyes aglow with a predatory gleam. He hesitated for a second looking at her angelic features, before murmuring under his breath, “Uh… could you stop twirling your pencil, it’s kinda hard to concentrate.”

She grinned evilly at him as she complied, instead pulling the rubber end of the pencil towards her mouth, resting the pink eraser against her lips as she spoke, “Concentrate on what?” she asked as she nipped the eraser softly with her teeth, her lips parted just enough for him to see her flick her tongue across the tip. He was fairly sure that all of the blood in his head drained in less than a second, unsure of how to respond, he simply cleared his throat and faced forwards once more. She placed the pencil primly on the desk however the wicked little smile on the girl’s lips never left her face.

He had nearly regained his calm when the model-class girl used her free hand to draw her hair back, exposing a plain of smooth flesh across her neck, she then placed her free hand on the back of her neck, and made a small show of stretching; the movement pulled her t-shirt away from her skirt, exposing her midriff and drawing attention to her alluring waist, as well as baring an ample amount of her thighs as her legs stretched from her denim bottoms.

That alone was almost enough to push him over the edge; however while she stretched the rest of her body, her other hand snaked down in between his legs. Her fingers stroking the sensitive skin around his inner thigh as it slowly moved upwards. Lost in raw unbridled lust, he allowed her to continue as her fingers unstrapped his belt and deftly undid his zipper.

He almost moaned aloud as her slender tan-skinned fingers began to tease him and began stimulating the underside of his length, she used light touches until the moistness of his own lubricant spread from him; she covered her hand in the liquid and began stroking his length in earnest, her girlish fingers wrapped firmly around him.

He was in such a state of delighted shock that he almost didn’t notice when she took his right hand into hers and slowly slid his hand under the waistband of her skirt. Although his mind was nearly melted from the pleasure she was delivering unto him he gradually began to snake his way down to and under her panties; he was thrilled to find her already dripping wet. Fighting to keep his train of thought he began toying with her, running his fingers along the slick edges of her lips, he was rewarded with a slight whimper and he glanced to his right to see that the self satisfied grin had vanished from her face, replaced by parted lips and a sweating brow.

Encouraged and starting to regain a bit of his composure he slid a finger over the pearl of her core; her breathing quickened as he gradually increased his pace, he felt her legs begin to twitch with her need for release, she bit her lip to keep from moaning aloud. He was shocked when she redoubled her own efforts to match his, her fingers running over his length rapidly, sensual pleasure fairly coursed through his entire body however the electric sensation served only to encourage him to further action.

He dipped his hand lower, using his thumb to massage her rosy bud, before slowly sliding his index finger into her core. She let out a whimper that only he could hear, and he allowed himself a soft grunt of pleasure and exertion as well. Almost completely oblivious to the class around him he slipped a second finger into her body, she grasped the edge of the desk to steady herself and he felt her begin to tense her muscles, her release imminent.

A few more seconds of his efforts and her chest began to heave breathlessly, she continued her own pace but turned her head to look at him pleadingly, he sped up his attentions slightly and she began to buck in her seat. He glanced around the crowded lecture hall to ensure that no one noticed. Fortunately not a soul glanced their way as the professor droned on and on about genetics, with no clue as to what was happening a mere few feet away from them.

A few more seconds and she collapsed against the desk, to anyone else she had merely laid her head down to rest, however he could feel her innermost muscles tighten and felt her sharp violent intake of breathe. Despite her release, under the table he still lightly stroked her desire not wanting to overload her, yet unwilling to cease his work, as she continued her labored strokes along his length.

She stealthily crept her chair closer towards him so that the plastic edges of the green seats touched. She laid her body against him, her delicate form fitting against him perfectly; to the rest of the classroom she was simply cuddling up to him, however the change in position masked the labored rise and fall of her chest and allowed her to change her grip under the desk. She stroked him furiously, he tensed as her slender fingers caressed him and felt her soft lips curve into a smile against his neck.

He was a few moments from his own release when the professor began to erase the notes on the whiteboard, and said in his monotone voice “See you all on Thursday.” Their classmates began to rise from their seats, and they quickly recovered their hands from each other’s clothes, though she still remained pressed against him.

They remained in their too-casual poses until almost half of the lecture hall had cleared out. Running her lips up his throat she nipped his ear before saying slightly breathlessly “Follow me.” With a graceful sway of her hips she was out of her seat, schoolbag in hand. He followed suit, snapping his laptop shut and trailing by a few steps, as she wended her way through the building.

She stopped outside the handicapped-only restroom and glanced back at him, that dazzlingly mischevious smile was back on her face, she gave him a playful wink before stepping inside. He followed her into the small single stalled restroom, noting how clean the seldom used room was, as she slammed the door behind him, her back arched against the steel frame.

She flew at him, her movements a beguiling mixture of seductive grace and raw, sultry lust, he returned her enthusiasm in kind, dashing forward, desperate to grasp her and draw her towards him. He pressed her body flush against his, her curved form fit perfectly against him. Their hands flew over one another as they embraced, fingertips danced over sensitive flesh as they explored each other’s bodies, her lips pressed lightly over his throat, as she planted tantalizing kisses across his neck, and along his jaw, until finally he could take it no more and pulled her chin up to claim her lips with his own.

His world exploded as they connected in the most sensual manner imaginable, he felt her legs shiver underneath her as he himself experienced pure fire rise up in him, desire overwhelmed them both as he skimmed his fingers across her stomach, allowing her to run her hand under his shirt and across his chest.

Finally they broke the kiss and her exotic eyes gleamed with longing, she pushed him back against the wall, raking her nails lightly down his torso and following the faint red lines with her lips. She kicked off her sandals and nearly ripped the belt from his pants as she knelt before him. She licked her lips, raw craving obvious on her face as she pulled his pants down and rested the very tip of his painfully hard length against her lips, kissing the head softly, darting her tongue across the underside as he let out a muffled moan, before sliding her mouth down agonizingly slowly, laving her tongue to pay special attention to his most sensitive areas as she did so.

She brought one hand up to cup the other important parts as the other snaked it’s way under the waistband of her denim skirt. Gradually she increased her pace, taking more of him into her mouth as she did so, he realized that his head was actually enjoying the tightness of her throat itself, eventually he glanced down to find her eyes almost rolled back into her head whilst her fingers moved energetically inside her skirt. She began to moan aloud after a few more moments, her hips moved against her own fingers in time with her head along his shaft.

Finally she brought herself over the edge once more as she let out a final long whimper, her body shuddering in that familiar fashion, her eyes refocused and she ensnared him with her glowing hazel orbs. Watching her orgasm for the second time and hearing her groans of pleasure had nearly brought him to the end as well, however it was her look of pure adoration and feigned innocence that finally brought him to the culmination of sensual pleasure. His release filled her mouth, yet she did not pull away from the warm liquid, instead moaning once again as she accepted the fluid, still laving her tongue across his member as he climaxed. Finally he finished discharging inside her mouth, she pulled away from him then, still looking up at him as she pulled her right hand up to cover her mouth, as if hiding a smile, and he felt himself come to readiness again as he watched her swallow his fluids.

Unwilling to let the passion of the moment die just yet, he grasped her hands and pulled her to her feet, kicking off his pants as he did so. He twirled her around so that now she was propped against the wall, with grace belying his masculine build he slid her shirt off of her body, grabbing her bra as he pulled the garments up over her head, exposing her appealingly petite chest. He kissed her again, this time using his right hand to caress her breast as his left deftly unbuttoned her skirt and pulled down the denim fabric along with her undergarments.

Finally confronted with a sensual goddess in all her glory he stepped in between her long smooth legs and grasped the undersides of both thighs, eliciting a gasp from the girl. He pulled her legs up, distributing her weight between the wall and himself; he positioned himself at the entrance to her body, the head of his length applying the slightest amount of pressure against her. He looked up at her face to see her biting her lip with longing, nodding frantically with her eyes closed tightly in anticipation.

Unable to withhold the yearning deep inside him, he plunged himself into her, grinning as she screamed her exstacy to the empty room. He began to move inside her, at first slowly, savoring the feel of her core against his appendage, gradually increasing the pace as he felt her breathing become heavy once more, and her throaty moans become higher and higher pitched. Finally he was putting his full power into his attentions, drawing squeals of delight from his partner, until eventually a high pitched scream of pure unbridled pleasure tore through the room as she climaxed once more.

He couldn’t hold himself any longer, hearing her release triggered his own end as he climaxed inside her tight center, renewed whimpers of bliss came from the girl as she felt the warm fluid spread through her.

Slowly, almost begrudgingly he set the girl down, her beautiful feet touching down before she allowed herself to slump to the floor, her body splayed out gorgeously as she lay on her side. He followed suit shortly after, drawing her close to him and holding her delicate form in gentle yet strong arms. She nuzzled affectionately into his chest, smiling a sweet girlish smile, and he found himself returning it with a grin of his own.

She opened her lovely hazel eyes and looked up at him with tender love and affection. “I’m Nancy, by the way” she said warmly

“Gabriel” he replied as they settled back down to rest

Perhaps Anthro wouldn’t be as boring as he thought…