Nancy slid a note down the table to Robert. He was slightly surprised. She was hot as hell, but had always seemed a bit snobbish. He didn't think she'd ever talk to someone like him. But he hadn't read the note yet, he figured. It was probably nothing.
He unfolded it and a photo fell out. When he saw it, he quickly picked it back up.
Holy shit, he thought. It was a nude photo of her. He read the note. 'I think we should have sex.'
He felt himself grow hard. He looked over at her as the professor's lecture grew to be a distant buzzing sound to him. Nancy was staring at him seductively, sliding a pen in and out of her mouth suggestively. Under the classroom table, she slid her hand over and grabbed his cock through his pants. He felt it grow even harder as she gave it a couple gentle strokes.
Reflexively, his knee jolted up, banging into the table loudly. The professor ceased talking and everyone stared at him. He mumbled a quick quiet apology and the class went on.
When class ended, he waited as everyone except Nancy left the classroom.
"We can go back to my apartment," she said, acting as if they were already mid conversation.
"So you were serious in that note."
She smiled that seductive smile of hers.
"I figured that much was obvious when I started giving you a handjob in the middle of class."
It was becoming more and more obvious to Robert that Nancy wasn't a person who fooled around with niceties or small talk.
"So you just want to go back to your apartment and fuck? Is that it?" Robert said.
Nancy nodded.
"I don't suppose you have any problem with that?"
"Well, just out of curiosity, what makes you think I don't have a girlfriend?"
She inched closer to him, now grinding herself ever so lightly against his erect cock.