Out of the corner of my eye I watched his head slowly sink towards his chest. Subconsciously he caught himself and his head jerked back up. It's always entertaining to watch people fall asleep in lecture, I think. The professor's voice droned on and on and Ben's chin sunk low again.
Damn, he was cute.
I had the biggest crush on my class buddy, Ben. He was adorable. He had this rugged punk look going on: tousled brown hair, a sexy full beard, piercing blue-green eyes, a button-down black shirt and jeans, and skater sneakers. We were close friends, flirting occasionally, but I really really wanted more.
I leaned closer to him so that our arms were touching. I breathed deeply, I loved his smell. It was a mixture of old spice and coffee and something... else. Something earthy. He woke up and glanced at me, giving me a bleary-eyed grin. I smiled and went back to trying to pay attention.
He didn't, as he soon nodded off again. I went back to watching him. God, how I wanted to run my fingers through his beard, kiss the tip of his perfect straight nose. Kiss his lips, feel the rough scratchiness all over my face. All over my body. I was getting wet just thinking about it. I thought he was attracted to me, we'd definitely flirted in the past, but there was no way to know for sure. My body isn't outstanding, but I'm pretty: about 5'4 with short brown hair, brown eyes, and a full curvy figure.
I just didn't know how to get to the next level. Crossing the friendship line is always hard, plus I was quite inexperienced sexually. So, I had ever tried anything. I didn't want to fuck it up; I cared about him way too much. But... I didn't want to wait anymore.
I glanced around; everybody was either watching the professor at the board or nodding off themselves. We sat relatively close to the back of the class so chances of being seen were fairly slim. Oh god, what was I thinking? What was I about to do? Fuck it, I thought. I was tired of waiting.
I leaned over and gently stroked Ben's beard. He woke up and looked at me, confusion clouding his turquoise eyes. I held his face for a moment and then quickly and softly kissed his lips. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. I let go and faced front again, my face burning red, my chest rising and falling with my rapid breathing. The professor was still blabbing away, facing the board, chalk scratching. I heard Ben exhale with a whoosh. I grinned a bit then at the thought that I had taken his breath away.
I glanced over at him. He was staring at me intently, wearing his quizzical face, obviously trying to work through what I had just done. I decided not to give him time to think. Without a clue as to what to do, I reached over underneath his desk and allowed my hand to explore his lap. He jumped in surprise but didn't stop me. I ran my fingers lightly over his thigh, approaching his crotch. I felt him tense as I got closer to his dick. I pressed harder, trying to feel his penis through his jeans. I found it and smiled at its already semi-erect state. I ran my hand back and forth along its length, enjoying the feel of it even through his jeans.
Ben put his arm around me and buried his face in the side of my neck. He kissed and lightly licked and sucked on the sensitive skin there, literally sending shivers down my spine. It felt wonderful; my heart was no longer capable of beating, just fluttering like mad. But I had to stop him. We were in the middle of class and continuing like that would no doubt have lead to somebody noticing.
"Meet me in the girl's bathroom in two minutes," I whispered in his ear. He gazed into my eyes intently with a look I'd never seen before. I felt a new rush of warmth between my legs. He nodded, and I got up and left. All the way to the bathroom I was worried he wouldn't show. Would he chicken out? Would he start thinking about what we were doing and decide it was a bad idea? Would he realize he didn't actually want me, but had just been carried away, caught in the moment, still fuzzy with sleep?
