A Guest Speaker
By: Dana Gallagher
I was running late for my Ethics in Business class and it seemed like everything I did just made me even later. I didn’t think I’d ever get to class. I did finally arrive, a little more than fashionably late. I knew my teacher would give me a lecture of how she expected more from a fourth year college student.
I found out we weren’t having regular classes today; instead there was a guest speaker who was going to take up most of the morning. Dammit of all the days I should have called in sick!
I made my way through the auditorium with my big bag and purse; I stood toward the back at first because I could see any available seats. One of the school counselors pointed to an available seat right on the end toward the back. I made my way to it.
When I sat down I made the guy beside me jump as if he’d been caught in the act of doing something he shouldn’t. I didn’t try to discern who I was sitting by in the low light, but I knew it was an underclassmen, probably a freshman or sophomore. I knew he was at least eighteen or nineteen by the poky dotted pimple landscape he had on his check. It wasn’t horrible bad outbreak, where you wanted to supply him with every pimple cream on the market, but it was enough to know he hadn’t yet escaped his teen years.
The guest speaker was someone from the Williams Company telling us how to interview for a job once we were all done with college. It was something I’d heard so many times before; I really didn’t want to be there. I had a ton of more important things I could be doing.
I couldn’t help but notice that the guy I was sitting by kept fidgeting in his seat. I just thought that maybe I was making him nervous. That thought kind of tickled me; I’d been so busy with college and life that I had forgotten about the attention of a man. It had been eons since I’d had anyone look my way and this interest from a younger man kind of delighted me.
I figured I’d push him over the top if that was why he was fidgeting. I took the clip out of my hair and let my still damp long red hair cascade down my back. I made a real display about it, running my fingers through my hair and everything.
When I want to I can be a real tease.
I heard him kind of gasp and had to take a better look at him discreetly. At first I had thought he was rubbing one fist into the palm of his hand, kind of a nervous gesture. Though now peering at him from the corner of my eye I was nearly convinced that he had his hands in his lap. It almost looked as if he was holding himself, like someone who has to pee real bad.
Finally my curiosity got the better of me and I blatantly turned and looked directly at his crotch. There was no way this guy wouldn’t realize what I was looking at.
From what I could see in the dim light of the auditorium, this young man had a very pressing hard on silhouetted against his jeans and he was actually masturbating though his jeans.
When he figured out I knew what he was doing he looked at me, though he didn’t stop. It was as if he was testing me to do something.
I don’t know perhaps it was the fact that I hadn’t had sex in ages or the fact that this young man was doing this in such a public fashion, but something intrigued me and excited me at the same time. I wanted to help him and perhaps help myself.
I leaned over to him pressed my breast against his arm intentionally. I put my hand on his thigh and put my lips lightly to his ear, so he could feel the warmth of my breath.
“There is an easier way to do that,” I whispered into his ear. “Here, let me help you.”
His look was both eager and pleading; though he didn’t say a word only nodded his head.
I had on a sweatshirt that zipped up the front, basically a jacket. I unzipped it and took it off. Underneath I was wearing a low cut black blouse that buttoned up the front. It was cut in such a way that it really put my C cups on display. I think I heard a moan of approval from my young friend.
I put the sweatshirt over both of our laps as if we were two lovers lying out under the stars. I put my hand in his lap and pulled at his fly, telling him to let his hard on out.
He quickly unbuttoned his fly and that glorious cock was placed in my hand. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and he moaned quietly, putting his head against my shoulder. His cock was already all wet and I had to do was spread it around.
I began to stroke him and as I did I squeezed the shaft. Up and down my hand went, never leaving his cock. I could tell by the way he tensed up beside me that he was enjoying what I was doing to him. He turned toward me a little.
“I want to see more of you,” he whispered into my ear.
Just like a young man, never satisfied with what you have, they always want more. I turned toward him so that no one could see and with my free hand I unbuttoned my blouse about half way down. He pulled it slightly open to see my black lace see through bra. My sexy bra that I’d worn today because all the practical ones were dirty.
He ran his fingers over my nipple and for a second I forgot where I was, I liked that feeling just a little too much. He went to grab my breast, just as I saw movement on the other side of the aisle. I turned back from him and pulled my blouse closed.
“Be careful you’re going to get us caught.” I warned him.
“Getting caught with your hand on my cock would be the best way to get caught.” he told me back.
I sighed. “Be good or I’ll stop and take away my jacket. You can go back to masturbating though your jeans.” With that I gave his cock very good hard squeeze, that was intended to bring a little pain.
He gasped. “I’ll be good I promise.”
I continued to stroke him faster and faster. I was no longer paying any attention to the guest speaker the only thing that was on my mind was this cock in my hand, the growing wetness between my legs, and my concern with anyone watching us.
Finally he gasped and mumbled an “oh shit”. I knew he was about to let out a moan or something that would give us away. I turned to him and placed my lips on his and his moan was lost in my mouth and his body shook and cum ran down my fingers.
I stroked until all the little after-shocks went through his body and my lips didn’t leave his the whole time. He tried to grab my head and pull me in for a real hard kiss, but I pulled back from his grasp.
“You still need to be good.” I warned. “Fix yourself.”
Luckily my jacket was old and worn out. I didn’t mind wiping his cum on it; I’d throw in my car for the rest of the day and then immediately wash it when I got home. He put himself back together, putting his flaccid cock back into his jeans and zipping up. He pulled back my jacket and sat up right as if he were really paying attention.
“Oh no. Don’t even tell me you think we’re done.” I whispered to him.
“What?” he asked.
I put the jacket over my legs, mindful of the wet spot on it. I took his hand and placed it in the elastic waist band of my slacks. He quickly got the idea and worked his way down between my legs. I opened my legs as much as the theater seating would allow. He found my lips and slid a finger between. He looked at me a bit surprised.
“You are so wet,” he whispered.
I gave him a look that basically said “duh” and he looked back with this expression of accomplishment, since he was responsible for my wetness or so he thought. A thought crossed my mind for a moment, wondering if he might be a virgin.
He moved his finger around in my pussy strangely as if he didn’t know where to go. I had to put my own hand in there and guide his finger to my clit.
“That’s my clit. Rub that, up and down and in circles, but stay on the clit.” I instructed.
He was good, because he did exactly what he was told. He rubbed my clit up and down and in circles. He increased the speed of his movements based on my reaction and what I told him.
I could feel an orgasm coming. I grabbed on to his arm that was half hidden under my jacket and I bit into his bicep. He seemed to like that a little for he moaned just a tiny bit. I had to hold back, because the urge to bear down and just let all my juices explode was strong. My orgasm slowed and he began to pull his hand back. I held on to him.
“I want more.” I whispered.
He found my clit again and continued to rub me. He rubbed me through a few more orgasms.
“Can I put my fingers inside of you?” He asked. I was impressed that he actually asked. I nodded and tried to position myself a little better.
He pushed one finger inside and then I held up two fingers meaning that I wanted both of them. He pushed a second finger inside. I pushed them in and out of me.
“You’re tight. Are you a virgin?” he whispered.
I almost laughed. I grinned and emphatically shook my head.
“Are you?” I asked.
“No, not really. But sort of.” he replied.
Yay, I’d just deflowered someone in the auditorium at Johnson University!
I showed him my two fingers and made the scissoring motion. He did the same inside me. I started to feel another orgasm coming on, but just then the guest speaker declared that she was done with her presentation.
I pulled on his arm, but I could tell he really didn’t want to stop playing with me. The lights started to come up slowly and regrettably he pulled his fingers out and his arm back. As I worked to straighten my clothes he looks at me and takes his two fingers and puts them in his mouth as if he was licking off some chocolate.
The lights were at full strength and everyone was getting up to get out of the auditorium and go to lunch. I was all presentable again. I threw my damp jacket over my arm and stood up.
My young friend gave me the once over and was more than happy. He was alright, kind of geeky and not someone I’d usually go for. If his friends saw us together (if he had any) they probably would’ve told him I was way out of his league. If my friends had seen us together they would’ve told me I could do better.
I checked out his id badge and he checked out mine. His name was Craig and he was in Introduction to Business class. I saw my ID and mouthed the name Dana, probably putting my name to memory.
Just then the auditorium erupted with people. The lunch rush was on. Craig was pushed from the aisle; I couldn't go because I was still struggling with my big ass bag. Soon Craig was up and out of the auditorium along with the rest of the crowd.
I got my bag on and hurried out the doors, but Craig was no were in sight. I stopped at one of the tables set up with information about the guest speaker. I took a pamphlet that had a blank back to it.
On the back I wrote:
If you want to really not be a virgin anymore (instead of only sort of), then meet me here sometime after school, but before 6:30 pm. After that time I won’t be there.
3535 S. Main Street
Don’t tell anyone about this ‘date’.
--Dana
I knew what class he was in, so I headed in that general direction. I located him by the bathrooms. He was talking to a couple of guys. He was very animated and the guys around him were shaking their heads. I knew he was telling them about what we’d done in the auditorium and they didn’t believe him.
My teasing side came over me. I strutted past his friends, pushing one out of my way. I walked up to him and pushed him against the wall. I pressed my body against his, fully squishing my boobs.
I kissed his lips hard, found his tongue and sucked it into my mouth. As I kissed him I put the folded up pamphlet in his jeans pocket. I pulled away from his lips, biting his lower lip dramatically. Before walking off I grabbed his crotch and gave a little squeeze so all his friends could see. I winked at him and said, “Thanks. That was fun.”
I flipped my long hair behind my back and sashayed down the hallway.
