So maybe I should continue this a bit. Because, you see, that wasn't the last time I was with Andre. Andre was also responsible for my first three-way which ... well, we'll get to that in a bit, maybe.
Andre texted me later that night, saying how much he enjoyed himself. We texted back a little, fairly innocuous stuff, really. And I didn't see him for a few days.
A few days where I thought about him a lot. And I thought about sucking that cock. But he didn't call, I didn't see him - he missed the class we shared that week. And, I mean, it was fine. You never really know, right? You hope, but you don't know, and it was okay. I basically decided I wasn't likely to see him again, and I wasn't heartbroken about it but I had masturbated a couple of times thinking about our first adventure.
And then the next week, he was in class. The classroom had semi-circular rows of seats, and I was on one edge, and I looked up, and he was on the other side, directly across from me.
And he looked at me, and I swear, it felt like he just looked right into my core. I felt his gaze in my gut, in my pussy.
A few minutes later, I got a message on my laptop (I was using it to take notes). "What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"Not much. You?"
"You." He responded. I looked across the room at him. He was smiling. Then another message:
"Your lips. Doing what they do best."
"I've been thinking about that, too."
Class ended. Students filed out. I waited. He came over.
"So ..." He said. I smiled at him.
"I've got a class in twenty minutes," I told him, truthfully.
"Let me show you something," he said. I nodded, and he picked up my bag, and led me out of the classroom ...
