Chapter 11 Erotic Sex

• Every muscle in my body tensed as I stared over at him. I didn't expect to see him so soon and I literally had no time to get my head on straight. Then I wondered if he really had this class or he were just following me. But, I would be crazy to think that. He probably does have this class. But why is he here?! He was sitting far too close to me. I could smell his manly scent and I couldn't help but notice it was mixed with me. Well, my perfume, not actually me.
• The professor began to speak, quieting the entire class and even though I could see his mouth moving, l couldn't understand a thing. John's presence was overwhelming me and memories of last night trickled into my thoughts. Damn it! I guess I will need to always to be on my A -game because it is clear that I will never know when he will randomly show up.
• I felt a warm hand slide beneath the small wooden desk above my lap right before he grabbed my thigh. A small whimper filled my throat but kept it in, not wanting him to know how much he was affecting me right now. I tried to keep my eyes straight a head but the professor's words were still a blur. John's hand slowly cascaded upward, dipping beneath my skirt as I felt him spread me open. My head whipped back and forth, grateful to see that no one sat in our row.