All persons herein are fictional - any likenesses are purely coincidental.
Tuesday morning again, and first lesson is sociology. Luckily, I (James) sit next to Cheryl, and that always brightens up the dullest of sociology lectures. Cheryl is about 5'8 with green eyes and shoulder length hair that fades from ginger at the root to brown at the tip. I arrived a tad late, but because the teacher was out getting handouts, I didn't get a tardy. As I sat down next to Cheryl and got my laptop out, I glanced over at her, and she returned my look with what could only be described as lust; we just sat there until the teacher came back, both looking deeply into each other's eyes. As the teacher called for quiet, I finished setting up my laptop, and got down to work.
About 18 minutes into the lesson, I went to the toilet; when I returned to my seat, I found a message typed at the bottom of my notes: "touch me"
I looked at Cheryl, who gave an almost imperceptible nod; I thought to myself "where?"
The lesson dragged on, and periodically I let my hand wander to Cheryl's thigh, which I stroked up and down when teach wasn't looking.
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