In the Class After Dark
My first day of classes at Ryerson University and I was excited, a literature class at the University level and professor Andrews was supposed to be the best. I didn't think I would know anybody in the class but when I walk in I see Johnny DiMarco standing by the teacher's desk.
"Hi Clare," he smiles at me.
"Hey Johnny are you in this class too?" I question.
"Actually I'm the TA, you should take a seat up front," Johnny says so I do.
Class is enlightening; the teacher is engaging and the subject matter engrossing. After class I gather my books and smile at Johnny as I walk out of class. I'm on my way to the library for another class and thinking about the books I need for that so I don't hear someone behind me until Johnny's hand touches my shoulder and I jump a little.
"Sorry didn't mean to scare you," Johnny apologizes with a sweet smile and I can't help but smile back. "Where you headed?" He asks.
"The library," I reply seeing what I think is a hint of salacity in his eyes.
I never understood how Alli dated Johnny in grade nine, she was 14, he was 18 and he was a bad boy, not that I haven't dated my share but they weren't so much older than me, not to mention that Johnny had his own gang with the worst of the worst at our school. On the other hand despite his gruff exterior and need to appear tough Johnny was sweet and intelligent, he got good grades and he read a lot. Now that I'm older and we're not in the micro-society of high school I can appreciate Johnny for who he is and not worry about the age difference or what other people think. Johnny walks me to the library and we talk about the class and Professor Andrews on the way. Johnny and I part ways at the door to the library and he leaves my mind so I can concentrate on homework and my other classes.
As I only have that class twice a week the only time I see Johnny is in class. At least until Friday night, I wanted to speak with Professor Andrews about an independent project and I hadn't had time to seek out Professor Andrews until now. After trying his office and not finding him there I go to the classroom, the door is closed but when I open it I see Johnny at the desk grading papers. It's not Professor Andrews but Johnny might know where Professor Andrews is. Hearing the door open Johnny looks over and smiles at me.
"Hey Clare," he grins.
"Hi I was looking for Professor Andrews," I tell him walking over.
"He's giving a guest lecture at U of T," Johnny tells me and I see that he's grading papers.
"Oh," I sigh with disappointment because I have no idea when I'll have time to speak with him again.
"Was it something I can help you with?" Johnny offers.
"No," I reply hopping on the desk, sitting on the edge and crossing my legs.
I do this instinctually, I'm not thinking about it. I don't even realize I'm doing it until Johnny stands placing a hand on the desk next to my leg, tipping up my chin and capturing my lips. I make a quick gasp from the shock that he's actually kissing me and then melt into the kiss, my lips heating up against his and my body quickly begins burning with the fires of lust. My legs open welcoming him to touch me, a small part of my mind is arguing that this is a bad idea, that we shouldn't be doing this, that this is Johnny DiMarco! The rest of me just wants to feel him, the rest of me has become fevered flesh, tingling at his touch and wanting more.
Without taking his lips from mine Johnny leans me back against the desk and shoves a bunch of papers to the ground. He gets between my legs, one hand lightly caressing up my thigh and I tremble, my temperature rising and my panties becoming wet as my pussy lips tingle in anticipation. His fingers crawl up my leg before moving my panties aside, his finger going in, my insides tingle, nerve endings awakening. My hips buck, I deepen the kiss, holding him tightly and pulling him to me. He adds another finger, I moan into the kiss and then after a couple minutes he withdraws his fingers and breaks the kiss. I whimper, my body trembling nearly uncontrollably at the loss of his touch.
"I better lock the door," is all he says.
I smile and he runs over to the lock the door. Deciding that I will get things started I take off my shirt and he gives me an animalistic grin when he turns around. Walking quickly he returns to the desk and pushes everything else to the floor, his lips attach to mine again and he pulls so roughly on my panties to get them off that I hear a ripping sound. When we're done and I once again have the ability to think the fact that my panties are ripped and I'm wearing a skirt will present a problem, at the moment I really don't care however. His hands unhook and disrobe me of my bra swiftly then he drops it to the floor. I unbutton a few buttons on his shirt and pull it over his head, then his undershirt before our lips couple once more.
He hikes up my skirt and we both work on getting his pants and boxers down. He lays me back on the desk, takes my thighs and pulls me until my ass is on the edge of the desk. Johnny's arm slides under my lower back and I wrap my legs around his waist. Using his fingers he works my hole again a moment before he takes them out, licks them clean and thrusts into me again! His hard cock fills me and I lurch up, gripping his shoulder as he begins fucking me hard. My breathing quickly becomes erratic panting moans and the occasional whimpering of his name. When the desk becomes too hard on my back he picks me up and turns us so that he's sitting on the edge of the desk and I am straddled over him.
This new position drives him so far into me I can hardly move, clinging to Johnny with my arms around his neck and my head on his shoulder. He kisses my temple slowing his movements until my body has adjusted and then he slowly speeds up. Eventually the pleasure and the need to release outweighs what pain I feel and I can move on my own again. My knees perched on the desk I begin to ride him, slowly at first and then rapidly, almost frantically as my body aches to orgasm, needing to reach climax. Our bodies move in tandem, our hearts pounding, our fiery flesh sweating together. Then we both tense, my hands grip him harder, his arms almost crushing my body to his. I let out a rapturously blissful call of his name as he lets out a primal grunt and my name falls off the end.
Our movements slow until we've ridden out our orgasms, he's still for a minute and then he pulls out of me forcing one last quiver and one last whimper from me. Johnny picks me up and sits in the chair once more but I'm on his lap this time. We sit there, both of us sweating and nearly naked, breathing hard and slowly recovering from our wanton workout. When I can breathe again I stand but my knees wobble, he catches me around the waist to keep me from falling, standing with me and kissing my nose lightly before he fixes his boxers and jeans. While searching for his clothes he hands me my bra and top, I find my panties near the desk but they are no longer wearable. I hold them up to Johnny with one finger and my mouth twisted at him, he chuckles, taking them and tossing them in the trash.
"Sorry," he apologizes sheepishly.
"I'll help you clean up," I offer looking at the mess of papers and books we made.
"No I got it; you should return to your dorm and put on some panties. Here wear this, it's windy today, I don't want anyone to see that you have no panties on." Johnny says taking his leather trench coat from the back of the chair and putting it on my shoulders. It nearly swallows me but no one will be able to tell I'm not wearing panties. "I'll tell Professor Andrews you want to speak to him but uh I think I should be there too." Johnny says and I giggle.
"I won't be doing that with Professor Andrews," I assure Johnny.
He smiles, walks me to the door and gives me a blisteringly amorous kiss before he opens it for me.
"I think you should change and I'll clean up here, then we can meet for dinner at the Italian Café down the street." He suggests and I nod while smiling and biting my lip.
One last kiss and I'm out the door, nearly running to my dorm room when my phone rings. I don't even look at it just answer.
"Hey college girl want to have dinner? Owen is over and we're gonna go get some pizza." Drew offers.
"Sorry uh meeting Johnny for dinner, post coital sustenance," I tell Drew.
"Who the hell is Johnny?" Dallas inquires.
"Owen knows," I reply with a coy grin, not that they can see me.
"DiMarco?! You and DiMarco had sex?!" Owen practically screams and I giggle.
"How about I meet you guys for drinks later? But I gotta run right now, have to put on panties and meet Johnny."
I hear lots of fast talking just as I hang up, I'm sure Owen will give them a briefing of Johnny and they will have lots of questions by the time I meet them later. Oh well, I'm sure Johnny will come with me to meet them for drinks and assuage their fears.