Ch. 01 - Lecture on a Hot Summers Day

The heavy heat from the mid June sun was shining through the windows into a late afternoon lecture. Grace had mastered the art of seeming engaged whilst allowing her mind to zone out and wander however, even this was proving difficult. Warmth filled the air and she could feel the white shirt clinging to her back as her body desperately attempted to cool her skin. Lightly dizzy, she reached down to her bag, retrieving a bottle of room temperature water and sipped what little remained before positioning her head back to the right, resting the palm of her hand against her blonde hair, supported by her elbow resting on the table.

Their lecturer continued to elaborate on over an extract of literature, of which the auditorium had little to zero interest in and had surrendered themselves to daydreaming, exhausted from a day of 25 degree heat with only a slow warm breeze to provide any relief.

A rustle of noise slid past the open windows and a light gust slowly made its way into the room. Positioned on the farthest side from the window, Grace waited as the wind grazed past her classmates before reaching her. In anticipation, she straightened her posture, pulling her shirt away from her skin. The air lightly brushed her hair away from her neck and she felt her sweat cooling her. She closed her eyes for a moment as the breeze slid through the gap between the buttons of her white shirt and cooled the little beads of sweat that clung to her breasts and tummy.

The clock behind the lecturer read 15:03, still an hour to go. As she glanced around the room, Grace was bemused to see everyone bore the same docile expressionless face, seemingly praying for another gust of wind to grace them. Casting her eyes over the row directly in front, their posture told her they were enduring the same level of hardship.

Grace picked up her pen, beginning to aimlessly doodle in her notebook until an unexpected source of distraction presented itself to her. In the seat to her left, a classmate was repositioning himself awkwardly in his chair. From the corner of her bright blue eyes, she could see him fumbling inside the pocket of his trousers. Laughing internally to herself, she imagined how uncomfortable he must have been to risk the embarrassment of that sort of adjustment however, she then caught a glimpse of a significant bulge standing proud on top of the leg closest to her.

She thought he must have had something in his pocket like his keys or a pen however, as she pivoted her head further to the left it she saw his eyes were locked firmly on her shirt. Awkwardly she glanced down and realised the untied buttons at the top of her shirt were fully exposing her chest and laced bra to his direction. Raising her head back to meet his gaze, his eyes widened and cheeks flushed in a manor that suggested it was not due to the heat of the room.

A, not entirely unwelcome, rush of icy adrenaline pumped in her veins, as the embarrassment of what was happening realised itself upon her. He had seen her, sweating in the heat. The thoughts flooded her mind How long has he been looking at me? How much of me has he seen? Can anyone else see me? He repositioned himself...... his pocket!

Her eyes returned down and saw that the 'pen' had significantly grown in size, definitely not the size of a Biro. He awkwardly smiled at her, clearly unsure of what to do next. Grace felt exactly the same, sure this was completely inappropriate but in honesty, quite liked the fact he was hard for her. She moved her notebook to the left hand side of her desk, scribbling 'It's hot in here right?' trying to make light of the situation.

Jack's smile widened as he grabbed his pen 'So hot...' he paused for a moment, still unsure of her reaction to what he was doing before quickly scribbling '... sorry for staring'. Grace, chuckling quietly to not attract attention, could still see him looking at her in the same direction. Clearly not sorry she thought whilst pondering how to respond. Before she had a chance, he had started again 'for what it's worth, you look so good. I'm Jack'.

The adrenaline hit her again, has he just made a pass at me in class? Jack again awkwardly repositioned himself, attempting to deal with the strain he was in. 'I'm Grace, struggling Jack?' she wrote notably casting her gaze back under the desk at him, her blood flowing like ice in her veins at how uncharacteristically forward she was being. He picked up his pen again 'You've made things quite tight'. Grace felt the flutter of butterflies low in her stomach, as she read his words. He wasn't kidding, she could see him, erect. She pictured what he must be feeling, all because of her. She was causing him this discomfort, this strain. 'At least you could actually see me....' She hurriedly scribbled before she could fully process her thoughts. 'Still can, untie another button?' Jack fired back almost instantly.

Her eyes cast back to her shirt. He was right, she had made an effort to cover herself but was not entirely successful. She glanced back at him before taking her time to study the room, which was completely oblivious to what was happening in the corner of the auditorium.

'Not another button....' she jotted to recapture his attention then used her fingers to open the gap beneath her tied button, exposing the curve of her breast held in her lace white bra. The blushed pink skin of her nipple was so lightly visible through the material. Once she covered up the gap, Jack pictured what he had just seen as Grace watched his head tilt back slightly, eyes closed and the prominent bulge extended further down his leg. 'I'm not sure you could handle another button.' she wrote, trying to hide the kick it gave her to watch his erection growing.

Jack smiled as he read her words 'You're right. Best to keep your eyes to the front' he wrote. Grace frowned in confusion at the abrupt ending he had brought to their very welcome distraction. Reluctantly she did as he had requested, thinking maybe he got a better view point in this position, however this was only partly true.

Jack's full motives became clear. She felt his hand wrap loosely around her wrist. As to not attract attention, he slowly led her under his desk before resting her hand on his leg, the leg. She felt his stiffness on her palm before her fingers wrapped around lightly squeezed him. She could feel herself leaking into her knickers as the severity and audacity of what they were doing engulfed her. 'Try to look like we're concentrating' he wrote. 'We don't want to attract attention'.

The fabric of his trousers made it difficult to feel him in detail but the rigidity of him pressed against her hand was driving her into a frenzy. After hearing him take a slow deep breath as she lightly squeezed him, her mind was taken into a lustful haze. She guided her hand into the opening of the pocket of his trousers, carefully reaching in until pressing against the resistance of his erection once again. As her hand laid against the length of him, there was so much more sensation with only the thin cloth of his pocket and boxers in the way. On the tip of her fingers she felt veins bursting down his length. She held as much of him as she could and managed to reposition his erection, laying him closer to the pocket her hand was in before laying the palm of her hand on top and wrapping her fingers tightly around his girth.

Unable to control the raw desire she had pulsating through her as he continued to look at her through the corner of his eye, she slowly massaged him back and forth in her grip. As casually as possible, whilst gazing behind her to ensure the row behind didn't also get to see more of her than she expected, she extended the same gap in her shirt, exposing herself to him once more. His leg jerked quite suddenly and she felt wet warmth leaking in the bottom corner of his pocket. Instinctively she stopped stroking him and squeezed as tightly as she could as he released the strain she had put him in. At the end of her fingertips she could feel the cum pumping down the underside of his shaft before a lightly damp stain started to expand in a circle down his leg.

She released him from her grip, wiping the light wetness on the side of her hand against her jeans. As she set to work readjusting her hair, the faintest smell of his cum was laced on her hand. 'Better?' she jotted with a knowing grin aimed in his direction. 'Like you wouldn't believe, amazing.' he wrote as the bell rang. With that he stood up, used his bag to cover his modesty and walked with a slight limp to the left out of the lecture theatre.

As she stood up, Grace felt a tenderness between her legs and the wetness from her knickers pressed against the smooth skin on her pelvis. She was in disbelief of what had just happened. The sweat on her skin was no longer just caused by the heat, but rather the intensity of what she had just done. As she walked, the tightness of her shorts held her knickers tightly around her pelvis, rubbing between her legs and flutters shot out all over her abdomen. She delicately shortened her stride to stop over stimulating herself and cautiously made her way out of the room.