I sat at the very back of the sparsely peopled lecture theatre, high up, my long legs forced apart by the narrow gap between one row of seats and the next. The lecturer started, his low mellifluous tones warmly bathing the room. I closed my eyes and leaned back enjoying that slow, sexy voice and ignoring the content it was delivering. I was drifting into a daze when there was a thump on the desk next to mine.
A young man - a very young man - sat down on the seat next to mine. The noise had been his bag landing on the desk. He was handsome, in a boyish kind of way. His skin was unbelievably smooth - it looked like he had never needed to shave - and long, dark eyelashes protected his puppyish eyes. His nose and mouth were delicate, with the last a delicate rose shade. He looked at me apologetically and gave a brisk, nervous smile that revealed teeth that looked brand new. His body was willowy, and if it hadn't been for the small bulge on the front of his jeans, he might have been mistaken for a flat-chested girl.
He began following the lecture, amending the printed handouts the lecturer had left sitting at the front of the room with quick dashes of ink in a clear, child-like hand. Every so often he would glance over at me though, his eyes straying to my rather large breasts, which I had that afternoon squeezed into a very tight, extremely low cut top. Sometimes he glanced down at my feet then followed my shapely legs up until they disappeared into my scandalously short skirt. I let him look, pretending to listen to the lecturer or scribbling nonsense on my own notes when I felt his eyes surveying me.
Following one of his inspections I looked at him and saw that the small bulge had swelled a little. I decided to have a little fun with him and the next time he looked at me I leaned forward, letting my breasts fall onto the desk, nearly spilling them out of my top and wrote in block capitals on my notes "I'm not wearing any panties". He didn't notice, so I caught his eye - his flawless cheeks, which were already slightly flushed, blazed red when he realised I had caught him - and slid the notes over the desk to him. He looked at it, did a double take and goggled at me.
I nodded at him and he gulped. I laughed to myself, thinking that this kid was a virgin. "How old are you?" I asked him.
In a melodic voice, he whispered back, "Nineteen." His mouth stayed open, as if he had something more to say, but nothing came out.
"Nineteen, huh? What's your name?" He nodded to the first and replied "David" to the second.
He looked again at the notes in front of him, his eyes slowly following the thick dark traces of the statement I had written. "Are you really not wearing any panties?" he asked.
I smiled - another one hooked. I parted my legs slightly, pointed at the gap in my skirt and said, "Why don't you check."
He licked his lips and tentatively moved one hand towards me. It hesitated and I took hold of it, pulling it to the hem of my skirt then releasing it, telling him to go on. With a gasp he plunged his hand under my skirt and brushed it roughly over the soft, bald flesh of my cunt. His clammy fingers dove quickly into my smooth pussy, probing it clumsily, without skill. Thankfully, for me anyway, the exhibitionism of this sexual encounter in a lecture theatre had me wet enough that he didn't hurt me, though his fumbling brought me no pleasure.
He removed his hand and, not sure what to do, said "Wow." The little bump in his jeans had grown still further.
I glanced around - we were at the top of the room and no one could see us. I reached out and unzipped his fly, then pushed my hand inside his trousers and boxer shorts and took hold of his cock. I freed it from his trousers so that it jutted out of his clothes pointing towards the ceiling of the lecture theatre, only concealed by the desk.
I looked at David's cock - about three-and-a-half inches long, very thin. "Is that it?" I asked.
"What?"
"Is that as big as it gets?"
"Uh...yeah. Is that...um...okay?"
Fucking David would be like pleasuring yourself with a tic-tac and from the way he had touched my cunt he wouldn't make up for his shortcomings with any skill. But then, I had other intentions than taking a first year's cherry today. "Sure," I replied. What can I say, I'm a horny little minx.
I took his cock in one hand - it was almost swallowed by my palm - and began stroking him gently. He moaned a little. I told him to shut up and kept jerking him off. He came in about a minute, shooting a thin stream of sticky fluid onto the underside of the desk. His face flushed and his breath had become fast and deep. Pure sweat glazed his unlined brow. "Thank you", he said to me.
My index finger was lined with a short blob of his come, which I licked off. "No problem," I said. I sat back, resting on the seat.
"Do you want to... go somewhere after the lecture?" he asked.
"No." I smiled thinly at him, "I like a little more meat on my bones, if you get me." In case he didn't I pointed at the flaccid roll of flesh barely projecting from his trousers. His turned shocked, then embarrassed, finally angry. At last he tucked his tiny cock away.
"Fuck you, you cunt," he said, his voice quiet and angry, his cheeks hot.
I grinned - my predator's grin. "I already told you, you're cock's too small for me to let you."
David quickly left the lecture theatre and the lecturer stared at him in a pantomime of surprise before continuing. I sat back, the moist heat in my cunt undiminished, as the lecture trudged towards a finale as unimpressive as David's had been.
As the other students quickly packed away their notes and pens and shrieked laughter at poor flights of wit by their contemporaries on their way to wherever they were going, I dawdled, taking as long as I could to put my paper into my leather satchel. Still, when I went towards the lecturer at the front of the room I had to wait as a mousy boy with a pocked face asked interminable questions on today's lesson. Finally he left, and I moved in on the lecturer.
"Hi," he said. "Ah...I'm usually good with students' names but yours...um..."
I looked around - just the two of us. I pushed him against the desk, my hand rushing to the fly of his jeans and yanking it down in a metallic tear. My hand was stroking his cock before he had even realised what I was doing.
The hand that wasn't cupping his dick I quickly placed against his mouth, open in surprise.
