Western Civilization. What a boring class. Jack was a college junior, and really should have taken this core requirement class back in freshman year. He couldn't fit it into his schedule back then, not with all the exciting math classes he was taking. Now he was a junior, taking 300 and 400 level courses, and he was trying to take a 100 level class for freshman. Trying to read the text book was like trying to read children's books. It just wasn't written at his current level of comprehension. he kept falling asleep every time he tried to read it. Class was pretty boring too. But he needed a good grade. That's why he was sitting in one of the library study rooms with some of the girls from his class, trying to catch up on a class he should be breezing through.
Jack was six foot, long brown curly hair, blue eyes, and in great shape, damn near three hundred pounds of muscle. He was on a partial scholarship for academics and a partial scholarship for sports. He was the center for the university's football team. Not the most glamorous position, but he was good at it. They had missed the play offs last year, but that wasn't his fault. They had an unbreakable line, mostly because of him.
The study room wasn't that big. it was mostly taken up by the large table, with room to walk around the outside. The door locked, which was nice, and didn't have a window in it. They had a decent amount of privacy.
Jack had his text open on the table in front of him, and the syllabus out. They did that a lot, sitting in silence, then asking each other questions at random. He must seem like the typical big, dumb jock to these girls. He was fighting sleep, having a hard time reading more than one paragraph at a time. The nice part about the study group was the girls. Whenever he was starting to get a little distracted he could let his mind wander and fantasize about the beauties sitting at the table with him.
Like the girl sitting across the table from him. Her head was down, staring at either her book or her lap. Her hands were in her lap, unseen under the table, and he could see her upper arms moving slightly, but constantly. She probably had her phone in her hands and was texting or something. Jack almost didn't give it a second thought until he noticed her phone was sitting on top of her notebook on the table.
Jack blinked. Was she masturbating? He glanced around the room. No one was paying anyone else any kind of attention. He looked back across the table. She hadn't noticed him noticing her, but her movements were slightly faster. No one had a direct line of sight on what she was doing under the table. Should he duck his head under and confirm?
No, that wasn't the right move. He wanted her to know he knew, and that he wanted to play too.
Jack kicked his sneakers off, quietly, and extended his foot under the table. He found her calf and ran his socked foot up and down it. Above the table he was looking at her, a wicked smile on his face.
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What starts with a bit of footsie will turn into a full fledged orgy. Looking for a female co-author to write the parts of the women in the room. PM me and we can work out the details.
Jack was six foot, long brown curly hair, blue eyes, and in great shape, damn near three hundred pounds of muscle. He was on a partial scholarship for academics and a partial scholarship for sports. He was the center for the university's football team. Not the most glamorous position, but he was good at it. They had missed the play offs last year, but that wasn't his fault. They had an unbreakable line, mostly because of him.
The study room wasn't that big. it was mostly taken up by the large table, with room to walk around the outside. The door locked, which was nice, and didn't have a window in it. They had a decent amount of privacy.
Jack had his text open on the table in front of him, and the syllabus out. They did that a lot, sitting in silence, then asking each other questions at random. He must seem like the typical big, dumb jock to these girls. He was fighting sleep, having a hard time reading more than one paragraph at a time. The nice part about the study group was the girls. Whenever he was starting to get a little distracted he could let his mind wander and fantasize about the beauties sitting at the table with him.
Like the girl sitting across the table from him. Her head was down, staring at either her book or her lap. Her hands were in her lap, unseen under the table, and he could see her upper arms moving slightly, but constantly. She probably had her phone in her hands and was texting or something. Jack almost didn't give it a second thought until he noticed her phone was sitting on top of her notebook on the table.
Jack blinked. Was she masturbating? He glanced around the room. No one was paying anyone else any kind of attention. He looked back across the table. She hadn't noticed him noticing her, but her movements were slightly faster. No one had a direct line of sight on what she was doing under the table. Should he duck his head under and confirm?
No, that wasn't the right move. He wanted her to know he knew, and that he wanted to play too.
Jack kicked his sneakers off, quietly, and extended his foot under the table. He found her calf and ran his socked foot up and down it. Above the table he was looking at her, a wicked smile on his face.
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What starts with a bit of footsie will turn into a full fledged orgy. Looking for a female co-author to write the parts of the women in the room. PM me and we can work out the details.