When I saw her across the classroom, I knew instantly that I had to have her.

Every time she looked at me, I felt like her eyes were burning through my clothes, trying to get to the lacy lingerie underneath.

I planned to casually approach her after class and start a conversation, but she beat me to it. She strode up to me with such purpose as everyone else walked out that I was sure she was going to call me out on staring at her. What she said instead was way more intriguing: “I’m going to the ladies’ room. Would you like to join me?”

I nodded my head and followed her out the door. She kept up a fast pace all the way to the handicap-accessible bathroom at the other end of the building, passing the one right outside the classrooms.

As soon as we were inside the small bathroom with the door locked, she asked me if I liked girls. “I saw you staring at me,” she added, “so don’t tell me you’re not interested.”

I assured her I was very interested, and the words had barely left my lips before she was pushing me against the door, her lips fusing to mine. Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth, tangling with my own, before I’d even thought of parting my lips. And her hands were everywhere — one minute on my hips, the next on my tits, then on my ass. I couldn’t keep up!

Then a hand slipped under my skirt. Her fingers pulled at my cotton thong, and I lost myself in the excitement. Her fingers parted my pussy lips and pushed into my cunt, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming with pleasure. Her fingers were moving expertly inside me, thrusting at the perfect speed and hitting me at just the right angle.

She was still kissing me while her hands worked my body. My panties were still on, but that didn’t slow her down. She slid the tip of one finger back and forth between my lips, getting it close to my clit before sliding it in the other direction. She had me so on edge I was starting to get anxious, looking forward to my release.

It seemed as if she knew exactly what I was feeling, and she pulled back from our kiss and smiled wickedly, shaking her head and telling me that I’d have to wait a little bit longer before I got what I wanted. I groaned in protest. She chuckled, then tweaked my nipple with one hand as her other rubbed firmly against my clit. If she didn’t let me come soon, I’d explode.

Thankfully, she heard the pleading in my groan. She slipped a finger back inside my pussy and thrust it in and out. A second finger was added a moment later, and she pumped into my body erratically, no longer following the pattern she’d set earlier. I felt like I was really getting fucked.

After another minute or two of her thrusting fingers, I moaned loudly into our kiss and went over the edge. My climax was intense, more intense than I’d ever have expected from a 15-minute hookup in the bathroom, and it felt like I’d never stop coming. All too soon, though, I was straightening my panties while my classmate licked her fingers clean of my juices.

She gave me a deep French kiss for a minute before unlocking the door and ducking out of the restroom. I’d have to wait till our next class to find out her name.