I have been watching a girl in my psychology class for the entire semester now. She is gorgeous.

Every time I think about her, I can’t stop my nipples from getting rock-hard. I can still remember what she was wearing the first day that I saw her. I was already seated in the classroom when she came in. She had on a short jumper with a tight, pale-pink T-shirt underneath it. She leaned over to put her books under the chair, and I saw it: She was wearing a very tiny, red lace thong under her jumper. I was given an excellent view — a view so good that I could feel the area between my legs moisten. Needless to say, I had to relieve myself the moment I got to my apartment, as I do often.

The week of exams, I found myself secluded in one of the private rooms of the psych library. Feeling adventurous when I... Read More