“The odds are, there is a good chance, one in five, twenty percent, these figures keep spinning like tiny whirlwinds threatening from afar. We hear these statistics, try to process and gasp when they are high enough to pose a threat. Shrink back when something is appalling to our sensibilities, lash out when it pertains to social injustice. Truth be told to most of us, they are just numbers though. Often researched, the figures are tossed out to give a tangibility to some event or condition around us. It does not become real till we are the one in five, or part of the twenty percent.”
Normally by this point my brain would have switched to autopilot in my psych class but the Greg was striking. Grey eyes that seemed wise beyond his years and a voice that dripped with primal seduction. A confidence without being cocky radiated as he taught the lesson. Occasionally, he would push those couple stray hairs out of his eyes and give a look around the room. Each time I could feel his eyes land on me as I was listening intently. I was glad I had signed up for the night class even though I had to rush from my day job to make it on time.
“Okay everyone I can see a few glazed eyes let’s take a fifteen-minute break and stretch.”
There was a mutter in the room, those who smoked raced outside to get their puffs in, some headed for the bathroom and others for the vending machines. I sat there looking over my haphazard notes while Greg sat at the small desk overlooking the room. He cleared his throat and picked up a stack of papers tapping them on the desk into neat pile. I was looking off blankly at nothing, when I realized I had been staring at him, as I focused my vision, I could feel his eyes on me. I felt my face suddenly flush and I swore I caught a slight smile or smirk on his face.
The rest of class was a wash while my mind was still stuck in that moment He could have been talking about the lunar landing or something fascinating, but I just could not get my mind to focus. As he spoke, I took note of his lips and thought how much I wanted to feel them. As his hands gestured while he talked, I could only think how good they would feel caressing my skin. When he pushed his hair aside, I wanted to be the one pushing it out of his eyes as we were locked in a long passionate kiss.
Class ended, he made his customary assignment announcement followed by his being available for questions for a while after class. Majority of the class shuffled off to their cars and left to whatever lives they had with a handful staying behind. I stood back taking in the questions and how he interacted with the other students. I had questions too, ones that burned deep in my mind, but they had little to do with the class. As I waited the rest of the students shuffled off and it was just the two of us.
“I don’t mean to be rude but I am starving, would you mind us taking your question to the restaurant across the street as we speak?”
“Su..sure” I stammered.
I swear he smirked again as I followed once I gathered my book. The small restaurant was a twenty-four-hour dinner. Decent food and coffee for those night owls or zombies of the second and third shifts, it was a haven in the otherwise closed for the night town. Once we ordered he sat three gazing across the table as me, his now captive one on one audience. I felt my words failing and sweat forming. I excused myself to the bathroom and all but bolted to the small bathroom. Splashing water on my face this was unlike me, I was confidant and often called brazen, but here I felt like a schoolboy unsure of how to proceed.
I did not hear the door open as I was wiping my face dry. I froze as I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.
“Unless I am wrong you had more than just class you wanted to ask about.”
I simply replied with an affirming head nod as his lips touched the back of my neck. His hands wasted no time in running under my shirt and caressing my skin. I turned to face him as we kissed. I could forgive the wintergreen flavor from his gum as his tongue slowly caressed and parted my lips. He never closed his eyes as we kissed, I could not close mine because I wanted to take in every moment. When we broke from the kiss I dropped to my knees, half dizzy half out of raging desire that would not be denied. Deftly unzipping his pants with my teeth as my hands groped his ass and legs, I felt the rush seeing him restrained by only a thin piece of fabric. The moisture of his precum already soaking through the white cloth. Working the head with my teeth through the fabric he moaned softly.
Moments later he was free, and my mouth had engulfed the head, my tongue dancing and caressing the sensitive head. The salty taste was intoxicating as my hand now worked to free him and cup his soft balls. My low growl as he moaned was all he could take. Without warning he grabbed the back of my head and pushed to the back of my throat. I opened and accommodated as best I could while his release now flooded my mouth. I looked at his eyes and knew he was more than pleased. We got him cleaned up and ate the food that had just arrived quickly. Next stop was his place as we forgot the facts and figures from class and focused on the simple one to one equation.
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