1 Class Temptress

Kiki sat with her legs crossed, gently tapping the tips of her long, glittering nails on the desk. The desks were pushed together for small group discussions.

She was the first one in, always early so she could pick her spot before anyone else. Kiki chose a corner opposite of the door so she could see everyone walking in. When one of the cuter, quieter boys walked in after she was settled, she uncrossed her legs and winked at him.

Jory blushed, accidentally looking down at Kiki's long legs and catching that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Smiling and trying to keep cool, he made his way to her table and sat in front of her.

"Bold move," he said shyly.

"Glad you noticed," Kiki giggled. "I've been trying to get your attention since the semester started.

Jory stammered, "Well, I keep to myself, you know…"

"Maybe we can keep to each other," Kiki confidentially offered.

Jory blushed more. He didn't look sure of what Kiki meant, but decided not to say more since other students started filling the room.

Kiki made a few overt efforts to fluster him throughout the class period. She squeezed her arms together and leaned forward more than once to pop her chest out of her low cut crop top while making direct eye contact with Jory to let him know it was on purpose. While the groups were deep in conversation, she lightly tapped her ankle to his.

When class ended, she asked if he had another class after.

"No, this is my last one today," he admitted easily.

"Follow me then," Kiki insisted.

"Where to?"

"I'm going to bring you up to my dorm so we can work on our homework together. I got lucky and I don't have a roommate. I can make us coffee or something."

"I'd be dumb to say no to that," Jory agreed and followed her, not feeling bad about running his eyes up and down her body as she led them across campus.

Kiki swayed her hips a little to mesmerize him, hoping to get him a little interested and maybe even a little worked up.

"This is the one," she said finally, then asked, "do you live on campus?"

"Yeah, I'm just a couple floors up from here. I'm amazed we never ran into each other."

"Bad timing, I would have dragged you here sooner." She laughed, the chime and ease of it making Jory smile.

"Why me? I'm just some nerd outside of your major."

He sat his backpack down on the entry cabinet next to hers and followed her to the kitchenette. Kiki held out a pod of tea and coffee for him to choose between and he picked the tea. She got the machine going, then grabbed his wrist to lead him to the small bedroom.

"You look like a virgin, to be honest."

"How straight forward and personal…" The way he blushed and tumbled over his words, she knew her assumption was right.

"You don't have to feel awkward around me," Kiki patted his hand. "Let's just start with some tea and studies then go from there."

"You're something else," Jory said in awe, running his hand through his short hair.

Kiki brought both their cups and laptops to the bed. "Hopefully this assignment isn't too rough," she said, setting the cups on the side table and sliding his laptop to him. "Careful, still hot, she warned."

"Can I say something corny?"

"Go for it!"

"Yeah, you are."

Kiki giggled, expecting this response. "Just you wait, honey." She said sweetly.

They answered the questions together and sipped at the tea. Kiki sat next to him, gently leaning on his right shoulder. Each time she reached over to grab her cup, she placed her hand higher and higher up his thigh to help her lean over him. Working together, the assignment got done much faster than it would have on their own. They submitted their responses and Jory started to gather his cup and laptop to leave.

"Thank you for inviting me and helping me out with that, it was a pleasure working with you today."

"It'll be a pleasure yet, won't you stay a little longer?" She set their items back on the table patted the space next to her on the bed.

Jory moved beside her, eyes locked on hers but clearly nervous.

"Not all the way just yet," she said, and he eased his gaze. "I love your eyes."

"I think I love your everything," he could barely whisper. She heard his heart pounding.

Kiki climbed on his lap, knees planted on either side of his legs and pressed her lips to his ear. "Pull my skirt down," she whispered back, moving at the same time as his hands to meet his lips.

Jory kissed her softly, his tongue gently discovering her mouth. Kiki's skirt slid to the floor, his hands ran up and down her lower body then traveled under her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. Kiki pulled the top off and tugged at his so he would do the same. She crawled down, drew the waistband of his pants back and snapped it against him with her teeth. "Now these," and he slid them off.