This story was written by the guy I wrote about in my story "After Class". The stories are about the two of us.
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What I really learned in class…
"Matt, what did Freud say about oral?" demanded Burriss, Ab Psych teacher, waking me up from my short but nonetheless arousing nap.
I frantically searched through my notes and memory for the answer, trying to keep all sexual imagery out of my head. Burriss had woken me from one of my numerous sex fantasies, and I was more worried about concealing the 7 inch rod in my pants then answering his question. I tried to pay attention in that class, but I hadn’t had sex in months, and Burriss’ class was so boring I couldn’t help but start to dream about fucking some of the girls in my class.
"I…uh…can I pass?" I stammered out.
"Keep your head up next time. Ani, can you help us?"
Ani, who sat directly next to me, quickly gave him an answer, but I didn’t hear a word of it. Ani was a few inches shorter than me (at 5’7), and was gorgeous. I had just been fantasizing about her, and just looking over at her after all of those fantasies caused me to enter a sort of lustful trance. Ani was a gorgeous girl. She had just moved into our district recently, and the first day I saw her I couldn’t help but just drool. The first day during the routine "Get to know each other" session, she mentioned she was latino, and from then on I knew where she got the beautiful permanently tan skin and ass and tits that any other girl would kill for. Every guy in class was staring at her body that day. She had firm, pert tits, that looked as if they were just a little bit too big for her frame, with a tight, round ass - a perfect half-circle shape. But that wasn’t it, Ani was knew her shit in school and best of all she had personality. She had that attitude everyone imagines in a latino woman, but was never bitchy. She respected herself, and everybody knew it. Everything about her reflected her confidence: she said what she thought, she didn’t dress like a slut, and if you pissed her off you’d hear about it. Some guys hated this about her, but it turned me on beyond belief. She was what I always imagined as the perfect woman - the best of both worlds: sexy but not slutty, confident but not arrogant. Luckily, me and Ani had become pretty good friends over the last semester, but I never let on about wanting her. I just figured she had an older boyfriend, who would beat the shit out of me if I made a move on her.
As Burriss kept teaching, I couldn’t take my eyes off Ani. She had on a low cut shirt and a sexy black miniskirt today, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off her body, darting my eyes back and forth between the cleavage I could see down her shirt and leaning back to see her shapely ass. I’m not sure if she knew I was staring or not, but I didn’t care. I was just committing all of it memory, making a permanent entry in my spank bank. This was my last class, and I couldn’t wait to get home and jack off thinking about sucking and fucking her.
When the bell rang, I grabbed my bag and was ready to dart for the door, hoping to beat the rest of the class to prevent them from seeing the outline of my rigid cock.
"Matt and Ani, why don’t you two stay after class."
"Fuck!" I thought to myself. I quickly sneaked into a desk without anybody noticing the bulge in my pants. "What did he keep both of us in class?" I wondered. I was scared shitless, was he going to tell her I was staring at her all hour? A thousand thoughts rushed through my head, what was I going to tell Ani?
"Matt, I noticed you’re grades have been dropping in my class, and school policy mandates that I give you a tutor. So, Ani has agreed to save your sorry ass."
"Thanks Burriss.." I muttered.
Ani had come back to the desk next to me, and shot me a quick smile. Apparently she hadn’t noticed my staring, otherwise I’d probably be getting slapped by now.
"Hey thanks for volunteering to help me out and everything" I said.
"No problem, what are friends for right?"