Everyone in this story are over 18, consenting adults.
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Elise Renaud walked into the lecture hall Wednesday evening for this god-forsaken, mandatory course she needed to graduate. She was a few minutes late, but so what? She was here. A few minutes was not going to make a difference in this two-hour class.
Looking around, she saw that it was a packed room for once. 'Must be for the upcoming midterm', she thought. There was hardly any space where she could discreetly slide in. After one more scan, she scouted an aisle seat not too far from the doors at the back of the hall.
Elise booked it toward the seat, sliding in and apologizing to the person sitting in the seat to the left of hers as they had spread out into her space. As she glanced over, she groaned internally. The guy sitting there was none other than Carter Paloma.
Carter was a guy in her major she flirted with a little to get favors because she knew that he was attracted to her. If she needed notes for a class she (blatantly) missed, all she had to do was laugh at his poor attempts at flirting back and flash a little cleavage. Worked like a charm.
Even though Elise had admittedly spotty attendance for her classes, she was totally organized when it came to the guys she interacted with. The guys she got favors from were strictly not in the dating zone. That means no hooking up, going out with, or anything else of that sort. Things got murky if there was any overlap.
What made things trickier was knowing that Carter liked her, and keeping that line between them just flirty enough for him to think he had a shot with her, but still making it clear that "they" would happen when hell froze over. Simple enough, right?
So when Elise glanced over and saw that he was the one sitting next to her, she froze. She just knew that he would try to talk to her and would throw himself at her, elated she was beside him.
Surprisingly, that's not what happened. He just moved his things over, nodded at her and faced forward. He never glanced back at her once in the first thirty minutes she sat in the class. Every so often, he would dutifully take notes on what the professor was saying, whatever that was.
Elise was so bothered at the lack of a response from her favor ticket that she couldn't get into the lesson. She should be happy that he left her alone, right? It made the management much easier for her because she would hate to have to insult him and possibly ruin her chances at future favors.
But sitting here right now, she felt insulted. Did he not see her outfit? She was wearing a very short skirt, if she said so herself, because she was headed to a killer party at the frat house across campus after class.
Her creamy, mocha thighs were on full display, and the crop tank she wore underneath her leather jacket showed just a hint of cleavage. She looked hot. So why was he not gawking at her then? Elise nibbled on her thumb a little, thinking. Then, she was struck with an idea on how to get his attention: she would turn up the heat.
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Elise sat back in her seat and appeared to be engrossed in the lecture for a few minutes. She took a break from her notes and nonchalantly slid off her jacket to hang it on the back of her chair.
As it slid down her arms, Carter glanced out of the corner of his eye at the movement next to him. What he saw made him pause; as Elise shook her shoulders to jostle the jacket down her arms, her breasts bounced a little. Judging from the way they moved, he suspected that she was braless. As she turned back around from hanging it over her chair, he could clearly see her erect nubs due to the slight chill in the hall.
Carter sat up straighter. Was it suddenly getting hot in here? 'No', he thought. If it were, those succulent nipples wouldn't be sticking out. Carter shook his head a little. 'Focus', he chided himself.
Elise's head shifted a little in his direction and he snapped his attention back to the lesson. It took him a bit to follow as he had stopped listening for some time. He resumed taking notes and peeked at Elise again. He saw her sitting there twiddling a pen between her fingers before she casually slipped the tip between her full, plump lips.
She bit the tip of her pen a little before Carter saw the hint of her pink tongue peek out. Carter inhaled sharply, his pen jerking off his notebook.
Elise smirked behind her hand. 'Still got it', she thought mischievously.
Elise left Carter alone for the next 10 minutes, actually following along with the lecture. Once she clocked the relaxed position of his shoulders, she decided to turn up the heat again. She sat back, turning her seat away from Carter for a bit.