One of my classmates fingered me during a lecture [MF]

I went to class the other day not knowing whether or not I was going to tease the guy that I sit next to. I'm a freshman in college and I have been teasing him mercilessly during class since the first day by accidentally brushing against his arm, and pushing my tits together in the low cut shirts that I wore, and dropping things on the floor so that he could get a good low down my tops. I had thought at first that he wasn't interested until he stopped me after class and fucked me hard in his dorm. The last time we had hooked up he told me to stop distracting him during class or he was going to teach me a lesson.

I loved distracting him during class, it was super fun, especially now that I knew that it bothered him. But I knew that his threats to leave more marks on me were probably not a bluff, so I still hadn't decided what I was going to do when the next class rolled around. I sat down next to him and he did what he always does, which is stare straight ahead and pretend that he doesn't notice everything I do.

Okay, I thought to myself, maybe I'll give him a break today. I should probably focus on taking notes anyway.

A little while into the lecture I was bored. We have one of those professors that is lazy I guess because this is the third time we have spent half the class watching some video instead of him actually lecturing. The lights were turned down really low so it was pretty dark and I was just sitting with my chin in my hand, doodling in my notebook when I felt something on my knee.

I froze for a second, not sure what was going on, until I looked down and saw that it was his hand rubbing circles onto the skin right above my kneecap. I glanced over at him but he was looking intently between the professor and his computer screen where he was somehow typing out notes with just one hand.

I swallowed hard and looked around to see if anyone was watching us. It didn't seem like anyone had noticed what he was doing, and the tables were arranged in a way that the professor wouldn't be able to see what we were doing from the front of the room. Not to mention how dim the lights were.

His hand moved upwards, skimming along the inside of my thigh, and goosebumps followed where he touched me. I focused very hard on schooling my face into a calm expression to not give anything away. I couldn't believe what was about to happen in the middle of class!

For a while he just rubbed his hand up and down my bare thigh with light touches, bordering on a tickling feeling. The anticipation built up in my pussy, and I could feel it clench when he got close to the hem of my skirt, but he never moved his hand higher. It felt like he touched every inch of the exposed part of my thigh before he even dipped his fingers under my skirt.

Finally, after what felt like ages of agonizing torture, his hand crept higher. I sucked in a breath and held it, but remembered not to stare down at it, just keep looking towards the front of the class. Around us pens and pencils scratched on paper, and the soft clacking of keyboards sounded out. Every once in a while someone would raise their hand, and I was sure that they were going to point out what we were doing. But each time it was just a question for the professor.

And then his thumb and forefinger pinched the sensitive inside of my groin. I jumped in my seat and barely managed to choke back a squeal. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him smirking, which frustrated the hell out of me. If I wasn't allowed to tease him in class then he shouldn't be able to tease me!

I forgot all about my annoyance when his fingers brushed over my clothed pussy, though. Heat rushed down between my legs, and I could feel my juices dripping out of me. I bit my bottom lip hard and tried to subtly spread my legs wider so that he would have more access between my thighs. He rewarded me with a light slap to my covered clit, and then his fingers danced even higher and snapped the elastic of my panties.

I was sure that sound was so loud it echoed around the room, but that must just have been because I was paying such close attention to his movements. His fingers drew circles on the skin of my lower abdomen and then when I thought that I really couldn't take it anymore, they slid underneath my panties to cup my cunt.

I had to remind myself to breathe normally while his hand explored my pussy. My hands were gripped tightly around the edges of my chair – I had completely given up on trying to look like I was taking notes. One finger drew up my slit, starting at my entrance to gather my wetness and then up to my clit where he rubbed it once, very lightly. Even that touch made my hips buck forward, wanting more, needing more. It felt like my pussy was radiating heat.

Almost like he could hear me silently begging, he positioned his hand so that the heel of his palm was grinding into my clit and two of his fingers could nudge their way into my clenching channel. It took everything in me not to moan aloud at that. He quickly found my g spot by curling his fingers up and rubbed against it while grinding his palm into my clit. I thought that I might faint at the feeling, every part of me standing at attention wanting more pleasure, more sensations. When I rolled my hips forward again he finally started to fuck me with his fingers, rubbing up against the walls of my pussy and making sure that my clit was stimulated with each motion.

My legs spread even wider, and then I accidentally let out a little whimper when he added a third finger. He fucked me with them harder, faster, and my eyes glazed over as my legs started to tremble under his ministrations. I could feel that I was going to come soon, and it seemed like he could tell too because he somehow managed to squeeze a fourth finger into me, stretching my channel out wide. The slick sounds of my pussy rang loud in my ears and bit the inside of my cheek so hard that it bled while I trembled out my orgasm on his fingers in the middle of my classroom.

Thankfully we were sitting at the back and no one was directly on the other side of me, because I couldn't help my whole body shaking, or the hard panted breaths that I was letting out. When he was sure that the last wave of my aftershocks was done he slowly pulled his fingers out of my pussy and then my panties, wiping his hand on my inner thigh and going right back to taking notes on his laptop.

By the time I felt like I really came back to earth, the class was practically over. But I left feeling satisfied, and with the naughty thrill of getting away with something so dirty in public.