Class
Santana's POV
It's the first day of my summer session class at the local college, and as I sit here waiting for the professor to show up – in the back row of course – I let my mind drift back to all of the fun times we've been having with each other since Schue's wedding.
Knowing that since this was the first day of class – basically a snoozefest preview of what to expect – I let my mind run wild with new ways in which I could please you. These thought while added to the thoughts of our past sexscapades was turning me on completely. As I shifted in my seat, I could feel the wetness of my panties. I prayed that this introductory class would be over quickly so that way I could race to my room and take care of myself, roommate be damned.
Deciding that I couldn't take this anymore, I glanced to my left, then to my right. After cautiously looking both ways to make sure the coast was clear, I carefully slipped my hand into the waistband of my shorts, resting my hand over my panties. I began to rub my clit through the fabric, and much to my delight, no one seems to notice what I'm doing. So, I up the ante by slipping my hand under my panties, touching my bald pussy. God, how I so wish it was your fingers playing with my clit instead of my own.
While continuing my ministrations on my clit, I began to think of a new fantasy for us to partake in the next time I saw you.
So deep in thought, I didn't even realize that someone had sat down next to me. Startled and trying to save face, I turn to give the intruder my Lima Heights Adjacent glower – because no one in their right mind would come into my space without invitation – I was stunned to see that it was none other than the girl that I had just been having not so class room appropriate thoughts; it was you.
"Q," I start to say, but it comes out more like a low moan than anything else. You lightly hum your acknowledgment of me saying your name and glance down to my lap and then back up. The inquisitive look on your face is priceless; almost a mix between surprise and lust. After a quick glance around the room to see if anyone has noticed your entrance and seating choice, I'm relieved that it seems no one paid attention. Or, if they did, then they're acting as if something like this happens every day. That thought leads me to thinking what other kind of classes they might be going to and that I should seriously look into this artsy liberal school as a place to transfer to…but I quickly push that out of my thoughts because your hazel eyes are gleaming with lust and you're biting that plump lip of yours, which you know drives me insane every time I see it. Fuck me. I wish I was the one biting that lip instead of you.
But, we're here in the back of a college classroom that's quickly filling up with students, so I can't easily do that without having the attention called to us. Instead, I go with the next best option: grabbing your hand and placing it on my thigh. Surprisingly enough, you, Quinn Fabray, the girl who has fucked me senseless, numerous times in numerous locations, starts to have her cheeks turn from their normal coloring to a dusty pink and then deep red. But, you don't move your hand, so I take that as a green light to go bolder.
Unfortunately, luck doesn't seem to be on my sex drive's side today because the professor, a crotchety Gringo, strides in to the room. Great. Now I get to suffer through this borefest with lady blue balls, I think to myself. I resign myself to hoping that this class will end early since it's the first day, but by the looks of the professor, it doesn't seem that will be the case. And, unfortunately, you move your hand away from my thigh.
However, halfway through the class, I feel a pressure on my thigh. I don't even have to glance down to know that it's your hand, but I am surprised that you placed it higher than where it had originally placed it before class. I don't have long to contemplate over what you're doing because after I've registered your hand on my upper thigh, your nimble fingers are already sliding past the barrier of my panties and curling inside my pussy. I'm close to moaning out in surprise and want, but manage to bite my lip before the sound erupts from my mouth. But I know that soon, I won't be just worrying about the sound of me moaning erupting.
It doesn't take long for my clit to be throbbing uncontrollably and my pussy to be clamping down on your fingers – whether it's because of the location of where we're doing this or because your fingers are just so damn nimble. Either way, I don't give a damn and just want that sweet release you always seem to give me. As I grip my pen so hard that it snaps because I'm on the verge of cumming, you simultaneously pinch my clit and then scissor inside my pussy one last time, causing me to bite my lip so hard that I swear it's going to start bleeding. But fuck, that orgasm was worth it.
Once you're satisfied that I've rode through my orgasm, you slowly pull your fingers out of my pussy and nonchalantly place them in your mouth to suck off my juices, which causes another flood of heat to rush to my pussy. You then pick up your pen and go back to writing notes, like nothing happened at all, while I sit there dumbfounded. When the Gringo turns his back to the board to write up an answer, you hurriedly tap out a text on your phone, causing mine to vibrate and wake me out of my stupor.
Q: Hey S, take your pen and start acting like you're paying attention!
Q: Oh, and when we leave class, I'd really like those panties. On the floor. And later as a trophy ;)
My mouth opens and closes, like Trouty Mouth's did whenever he talked. There's still about twenty minutes or so left to class, time in which I get to sit here in my now drenched panties. However, with this new turn of events, this class could be worse, I suppose.
A/N: Hey everyone. Sorry that it's been almost a year since I posted anything, but hopefully the wait was worth it. I'm going to try and get back into posting more often now that I've finally graduated with my masters. If anyone has any suggestions as to what I should write about in my oneshots, let me know. I'm also thinking of writing a longer, multichapter story as well. Anyone have any suggestions for that? As always, enjoy the smut!
