Class: Part 1

We've crossed paths numerous times at this point. We smile, and have short conversations which are mundane enough to be re-had once or twice a week. But neither of us is there for the conversation. But there's that moment of electricity that runs right to your clit.
She's my height, with amazing curves. Her eyes are heavily lined, and stun the delicacy of the rest of her features. Her voice is rich without being heavy, and until I met her, I had a stark distaste for German accents.
I hate the class I'm sitting in right now. It takes all my focus, all my will to stay awake, and I don't even bother trying to feel engaged. I stopped taking notes weeks ago, and now create lists and elaborate doodles. I have tricks to keep myself awake. I chew epic wads of gum, the more potent the better. I suck on hard candy and wait for the faintest rush of sugar, which rarely comes anymore. I even scratch and pinch the soft tissue between my fingers and on my wrists and inner thighs hoping that the pain will perk up my energy. I stop midway through every class and get up to walk to the bathroom. I take a few minutes, getting a sip of water, meandering down the hall.
Each time I wander I pass the one class which has an all glass front, save the metal beams holding the floor-to-ceiling panes. The room is a small classroom, with a central table and 15 or so chairs surrounding it. I have one class a week in that room and have to sit on the side which keeps my back to the window or else I would never be able to concentrate.
As I walk by the window I see her in there, watching the window, just as distracted as I would be. I see her eyes dart to me and a smile start to creep onto her face. She fights her expressions, struggling to go unnoticed. Her black-lined eyes stare, narrow, and smile all on their own. Her face is turned towards the professor, but she can't stop glancing.
She's fucking gorgeous. More femme than I ever go for, but she looks like she would take on a fist fight as quickly as I would.
I have now stopped walking, and slowly my body towards the window. As soon as I smile at her, I know I have her. She can't stop looking up at me.
I tilt my head slightly and wink. She is struggling not to giggle, nervous.
I motion for her to follow me and she hesitates. Her cheeks are starting to burn. I shrug, and begin to turn away when I see her quietly stand, nudging her chair back. I begin walking towards the bathroom. It's not only late, but between when classes begin and end so it'll be empty. I hear her close behind, her steps moving faster to catch up with me.
By the time I get to the bathroom she is right behind me. We walk in and the door closes and it is a torrent of mouths. I shove her against the door, my lips on hers, her tongue between my lips, my hand tight in her hair. The kisses are wet, furious. My pussy is warm, empty.
Her hands are on my hips, and they grip tightly, pulling my hips against hers. As hard as I have pushed her into the door she shoves up against the wall. Her hands move under the shirt, kneading my tits hard. I hope they bruise. The way her fingers pull and squeeze my nipples, I know she is not intending to give me pleasure so much as leave her mark on me.
I buck my hips against her hard, just once and she pulls off my mouth to groan. I take the opportunity and move my mouth to the crook of her shoulder. I begin by sucking and move to biting quickly. We only have a few minutes before we both have to get back. I suck on her neck, teeth sinking in a little deeper each time. She grabs my hips again and pushing back against me, pinning me into the wall.
My panties are soaked, and my clit is starting to ache. I want her mouth on it.
My hand finally moves between her legs, working her cunt through her jeans. I can already feel how damp she in through the thick fabric. She grinds into my hand and pushes up my shirt to put her mouth on my nipples.
I work her pussy hard, the base of my hand grinding, feeling her pumping against me. She begins to moan, tongue rolling over my nipple as she opens her mouth to growl. My hands move to unbutton her pants, yanking them down just slightly.
Realizing she has lost the upper hand she grabs my hair, pulling me to the sink. She bents me over and pulls up my skirt. I step my legs open and she puts her hand between my legs, pushing my underwear aside to rub my clit. I moan loudly and push against her hand.
Her fingers find my pussy and push inside with ease. Her hand goes to my hair and she pulls my head back, forcing me to arch my back as she fucks me harder and harder. I cry out a little louder and she growl to shut up.
She lets go of my hair and shoves a hand inside her jeans, working her own clit furiously. As she continues to work my cunt I feel her bucking against my ass, pushing her own fingers harder against her clit.
I grind harder against her, pushing back as hard as I can. I feel myself tense around her fingers, whimpering. She feels it too, and pulls her fingers out. I turn, angry, and she grabs my hair again. I stand and she tugs on my hair, pulling me into the stall. She shoves me against the wall and pulls my skirt up, getting down on her knees. I brace my other leg against the wall and her mouth goes to my cunt, sucking on my clit.
I groan, gripping her hair to pull her mouth harder against me. My hand wraps around the back of her head, and I feel tongue rolling over my clit, back and forth, flicking it harder each time. I grind against her face and her hand buries itself back in her pussy. She fucks herself hard, pushing against her own hand as her mouth moves on my clit. She is sucking, nibbling, and I pull her harder into my cunt. I push against her mouth.
While one hand is in her cunt, her other moves to finger me hard, three fingers pounding inside of me. I feel my cunt tighten around her fingers and I am desperate to cum. I want to cum all over her mouth. Her fingers pound as she sucks harder on my clit.
I cum, hard, pulling her harder into my cunt, my cum dripping down over her face, into her mouth and down her chin. She sucks on my pussy, licking as I cum against her. I cry out, grinding and moaning and gasping.
She shrinks back, gasping. She stands, wiping her mouth and pulling her hand out of her pants. I take her hand, leaning down to suck her fingers clean. She is breathless and we still don't speak, preferring silence and heavy breathing and palpitating hearts.
I pull my skirt down. I kiss her one more time. I go back to class flushed.