schoolhouse

I hate class. Not all of them. Just some. Like the ones where the teacher needs to be hit. I was sitting in my Roman thought class, listening to my teacher try to explain why Christians had chosen the fish as a symbol. Which makes for interesting historical and theological and maybe even metaphorical and philosophical discussion (not really on the last two, but hey, college is for making stretches and bullshitting, right?)…But it doesn't work when the reading you're supposed to be talking about is a small piece of Roman history. Shit. Forty-five minutes left. I shifted in my seat, drawing to stay awake. Ouch. Dammit. I had moved onto the bruise forming on my lower hip. A smile played my lips as I lightly fingered it. It was from that morning. I was on my way out to head to school, and had climbed on the bed to kiss what I thought was a sleeping Nick good-bye. I lightly kissed him, then turned to climb back off the bed. My feet had just touched the floor when I was, well, tackled for lack of a better word. 190 pounds of Nick leaped at me, pulling me back onto the bed with him. I was on top of him, kissing him, he trying to get my clothes off while rolling us over. He rolled the wrong way. We were too close to the edge, and quickly fell to the floor. Not that it had stopped us. We kept going one more round. I rubbed the sore spot again. That boy is way too horny. Not that I'm complaining. We had gone five times the night before. I had slept for three hours before having to get up for my shower.

I heard my name. Shit. I was being asked a question. I pulled an answer out of my ass and tried to focus. Which wasn't all that easy when I was thinking about Nick. And that mouth. And that tongue. And that…Nick?!?!? I almost jumped with a start. I was hallucinating. He was outside. I was so turned on, so wanting him, I was seeing him. I made eye contact with the Not-Nick. And he…it…he winked. Not-Nick was not Not-Nick. It was real Nick. He signaled at me with his head. I looked around and took off to the "bathroom". I figured that since it was two floors up, with no elevator, and me in stilettos, I had at least ten minutes without anyone figuring anything odd.

I met him by the building door and dragged him to a small grass clearing surrounded by giant shrubs, about 200 feet from my open classroom window. I dragged him in, then faced him, kissing him. He pulled away.

"Wow. I should show up here more often!"

"Yup," I nodded, pulling him closer again.

"I just came to bring you your rings and keys; I'm switching cars with you," he said, kissing me again.

"Thank you. I have nine minutes," I said, pulling up my shirt. "C'mon, drop your pants."

He looked shocked. "Pam…Pamela?" he stuttered. I tossed my shirt to the side and slid off my skirt. "You do realize that we're in public, right?" he asked, as I moved my hands to his pants.

I nodded, unbuttoning them, pushing them down. "It's never stopped us before."

"We've never been somewhere this public before."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Booth, VIP lounge at The Grind."

He blushed. "That wasn't full sex."

"Doesn't matter. Let's go. Seven and a half minutes. We can do it: skip foreplay, we're both horny as hell. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon!"

He pulled me to him, lowering us to the ground, as I pushed his boxer briefs off. "Ready?" he asked. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his face down for a kiss. Couldn't be loud, so I should try to muffle our mouths.

He slid in right away, starting to move slowly. I let go of his mouth. "Faster, faster," I moaned quietly. He obliged, thrusting faster, kissing me deeply again. I wrapped my legs more tightly, sucking on his tongue. He moaned into my mouth, speeding up more. We heard voices around us.

"Shit," he said. "I don't…don't think that…ohhhhh…I can't hold on anymore."

"Nick…I want you, want you so much…can I, can i…" I was at my breaking point. I needed to come so much.

"Pamela, baby…come with me, come with me now."

So I did. What, I was supposed to say no? when he was moving like that? He came with me, muffling his moans into my neck. We caught our breaths, he pulling out of me. I kissed him as he rolled off. I checked my watch. A minute and a half. Enough time for us to get dressed and me to make it to my class. We dressed quickly, then started back. He walked me to the door, kissing me goodbye. "Can we continue that later?" he murmmered. I nodded, grinning at the prospect. "Good, good. Now go," he said, smacking my ass.

I walked into the class, sitting down quietly. The guy next to me leaned over. "Your skirt is twisted," he said. Shit. I adjusted it, trying not to draw attention to myself. He looked at me again. "The window was wide open," he added. I looked behind me. Sure enough, the window was open. Just behind it was the little clearing. I looked back at my friend, eyes wide. He grinned. "Enjoy yourself?" I blushed at his question, unable to keep a smile from forming. I looked back up. The teacher seemed distracted and the rest of the class was watching me, wide-eyed. Oops. Guess we were still too loud. Hey, at least we weren't attempting a deep discussion on the symbolism of a fish.